I will lift my eyes to the hills before the light appears—
the light that rises in the east,
that radiates from Jerusalem.
I will lift my eyes, my heart, my hopes;
From the depths of my sorrow,
From the pain that clouds my senses,
From feelings of isolation.
To the hills I will reach out for solace—
To the upward currents of spirit,
To the greenness of life.
I will lift my eyes to the hills;
To the One
Who never fails to appear.