Fulfillment

The prophets spoke comfort to your mountains
When you were desolate and alone.
They prophesied G-d's promise
That your children would come home.

The deserted places would be filled,
As would Jerusalem, with flocks of men,
Yehudah's ruined cities rebuilt,
With rejoicing voices ringing again.

See the promises' fulfillment,
As you gasp, "Who bore these to me?!"
You've risen from the ashes
For all the world to see!

No longer shall you wear sackcloth;
Your days of mourning are done.
Clothed in festive raiments,
Your glory will shine like the sun.

Of the generations of the millennia,
Realized dream of the redeemed Land
And the end of the diaspora.

The promises were your own blessings
Of the Torah we carried throughout the earth
And now your children return to you...
To the Land of our nation's birth.