Our Souls: Arise and shake off the dust!
Arise, now, shake off the dust,
Don your robes of glory – my people – you must.
Through the son of Yishai, the Bethelemite,
Draw near to my soul, set her free [from her plight].
Wake up, wake up,
Your light has come, rise and shine.
Awaken, awaken; sing a melody,
The glory of G-d will be revealed upon thee.
Be not ashamed, nor confounded,
Why are you downcast, why astounded?
In you, refuge for My poor people will be found,
The city will be rebuilt on its former mound.
May your plunderers be treated the same way,
And all who would devour you be kept at bay.
Over you Your G-d will rejoice,
As a groom exults in his bride [of choice].