The Torah unrolls in a soft, whispered wind The wanderer finds shade under its protection The scholar refreshes himself with its words The nations sit and attend to its truths
Creation sings Hatikvah, sings our Hope
The voice of God is in the whispered wind His Words from before the first ever dawn Flowing through the Beginning and even now A blessing upon Jerusalem, upon the world
Creation sings Hatikvah, sings our Hope
Our voices too are in the whispered wind The Torah unrolls for us in a whispered wind