Al Kol Eleh

For the honey and the sting
For the bitter and the sweet
For our little house, guard it, the good

For the burning fire
For the strong water
For the returning man from afar

Chorus
For all these, for all these
Guard, please, the good to me
For the honey and the sting
For the bitter and the sweet

Do not uproot the planted
Do not forget the hope
Return me and I will return
To the good land

Guard me on this house
On the garden, on the wall
From sorrow, from sudden fear
And from war

Guard the little I have
On the light and on the baby
On the fruit he did not yet taste
And that was gathered

From the top of the tree, a breeze
From afar carries a star
Questions of my heart in the darkness
Are answered now

Please guard me for all these
And for the loves of my soul
On the quiet, on the crying
And on this song.