Silenced is the voice of my Synhedrion, My Elders hold forth no more before the gate, And my Lebanon, how waste and desolate! My Eden's joy hath turned to lingering pain. No more the singers now resound their song, Hushed is the laughter of the feasting throng. (O let Thy Silence cease!)
O turn at length unto Thy vineyard and Thy plant; Mark the fate of him whose lot Thou didst bestow The garden of Thy choice —O cause anew to grow, Send it Thine aid, Thou Rock, Thy mercy grant! Make it shine and dazzle in Thy light,
Guard it with Thy care, by day andnight.(O let Thy Silence cease!)Rebuild Thy City, Lord, O let her upright stand!And bid the impure quit the holy place;Redeem Thy people with Thy promised grace.And multiply her hosts e'en as the sand.Fulfil the vision of her seers of old,Thy canopy of glory over her unfold.(O let Thy Silence cease!)Like to the bridegroom let her glory be,Rest her secure within a strong abode,Filled with the dowry and the giftsby Thee bestowed.And to her kin restore the sovereignty.Thy protecting shade, O linger by herside,Adorn her with ornaments e'en as abride!(O let Thy Silence cease!)