מָעוֹז צוּר יְשׁוּעָתִי לְךָ נָאֶה לְשַׁבֵּחַ תִּכּוֹן בֵּית תְּפִלָּתִי וְשָׁם תּוֹדָה נְזַבֵּחַ לְעֵת תָּכִין מַטְבֵּחַ מִצָּר הַמְנַבֵּחַ אָז אֶגְמֹר בְּשִׁיר מִזְמוֹר חֲנֻכַּת הַמִּזְבֵּחַ

O mighty stronghold of my salvation, to You it is fitting to give praise. Establish my house of prayer, and there we will offer a thanksgiving sacrifice. When You prepare slaughter for the barking foe, then I shall complete with song and psalm the dedication of the altar.

רָעוֹת שָׂבְעָה נַפְשִׁי בְּיָגוֹן כֹּחִי כָּלָה חַיַּי מֵרְרוּ בְקֹשִׁי בְּשִׁעְבּוּד מַלְכוּת עֶגְלָה וּבְיָדוֹ הַגְּדוֹלָה הוֹצִיא אֶת הַסְּגֻלָּה חֵיל פַּרְעֹה וְכָל זַרְעוֹ יָרְדוּ כְּאֶבֶן בִּמְצוּלָה

My soul was sated with evils; in sorrow my strength was spent. They made my life bitter with hardship, in the bondage of the calf-kingdom. But with His great hand He brought out His treasured people; Pharaoh’s host and all his seed went down like a stone into the deep.

דְּבִיר קָדְשׁוֹ הֱבִיאַנִי וְגַם שָׁם לֹא שָׁקַטְתִּי וּבָא נוֹגֵשׂ וְהִגְלַנִי כִּי זָרִים עָבַדְתִּי וְיֵין רַעַל מָסַכְתִּי כִּמְעַט שֶׁעָבַרְתִּי קֵץ בָּבֶל זְרֻבָּבֶל לְקֵץ שִׁבְעִים נוֹשַׁעְתִּי

He brought me into His holy inner sanctum, yet even there I found no repose. An oppressor came and exiled me, for I had served strangers. I mixed the wine of poison— I had almost perished. The end of Babylon—Zerubbabel; at the end of seventy I was saved.

כְּרוֹת קוֹמַת בְּרוֹשׁ בִּקֵּשׁ אֲגָגִי בֶּן הַמְּדָתָא וְנִהְיָתָה לוֹ לְפַח וּלְמוֹקֵשׁ וְגַאֲוָתוֹ נִשְׁבָּתָה רֹאשׁ יְמִינִי נִשֵּׂאתָ וְאוֹיֵב שְׁמוֹ מָחִיתָ רֹב בָּנָיו וְקִנְיָנָיו עַל הָעֵץ תָּלִיתָ

The Agagite, son of Hammedatha, sought to fell my towering stature like a cypress, but it became for him a snare and a trap, and his arrogance was broken. You raised the head of my right hand, and erased the enemy’s name; most of his sons and his possessions You hanged upon the tree.

יְוָנִים נִקְבְּצוּ עָלַי אֲזַי בִּימֵי חַשְׁמַנִּים וּפָרְצוּ חוֹמוֹת מִגְדָּלַי וְטִמְּאוּ כָּל הַשְּׁמָנִים וּמִנּוֹתַר קַנְקַנִּים נַעֲשָׂה נֵס לַשּׁוֹשַׁנִּים בְּנֵי בִינָה יְמֵי שְׁמוֹנָה קָבְעוּ שִׁיר וּרְנָנִים

Greeks gathered against me then, in the days of the Hasmoneans; they breached the walls of my towers and defiled all the oils. From the remaining little flasks a miracle was wrought for the lilies; men of understanding fixed eight days of song and rejoicing.

חֲשׂוֹף זְרוֹעַ קָדְשֶׁךָ וְקָרֵב קֵץ הַיְשׁוּעָה נְקֹם נִקְמַת עֲבָדֶיךָ מֵאֻמָּה הָרְשָׁעָה כִּי אָרְכָה הַשָּׁעָה וְאֵין קֵץ לִימֵי הָרָעָה דְּחֵה אַדְמוֹן בְּצֵל צַלְמוֹן הָקֵם לָנוּ רוֹעִים שִׁבְעָה

Bare Your holy arm and bring near the end of salvation. Take vengeance for Your servants upon the wicked nation, for the hour has grown long and there is no end to the days of evil. Drive the Red one into the shadow of deepest gloom; raise up for us seven shepherds.