Tekst po hebrajsku:

Avir harim tzalul ka-yayin v'reach oranim
Nisah be-ruach ha-arbayim im kol pa-amonim
Uv'tardemat ilan va-even shvuyah ba-chalomah
Ha'ir asher badad yoshevet uve-libah chomah

Yerushalayim shel zahav, ve-shel nechoshet, ve-shel or
Halo le-chol shirayich ani kinnor

Chazarnu el borot ha-mayim, la-shuk, ve-la-kikar
Shofar koreh be-har ha-bayit, ba-ir ha-atikah
Uva-mar'ot asher ba-selah, alfei shmashot zorchot
Ve-shuv nered le-Yam ha-Melach be-derech Yericho

Yerushalayim shel zahav...

Ach bevo'i hayom la-shir lach, ve-lach likshor ktarim
Katonti mi-tz'ir banayich, u-me-achron ha-mshorerim
Ki shmech tzorev et ha-sfatayim, kin'shikat saraph
Im eshkachech, Yerushalayim, asher kulah zahav

Yerushalayim shel zahav... 

Tekst po angielsku:

The mountain air is clear as water.
The scent of pines around
Is carried on the breeze of twilight,
And tinkling bells resound.
 
The trees and stones there softly slumber,
A dream enfolds them all.
So solitary lies the city,
And at its heart a wall.
 
Oh, Jerusalem of gold, and of light and of bronze,
I am the lute for all your songs.
 
The wells ran dry of all their water,
Forlorn the market square,
The Temple Mount dark and deserted,
In the Old City there.
 
And in the caverns in the mountain,
The winds howl to and fro,
And no-one takes the Dead Sea highway,
That leads through Jericho.
Oh, Jerusalem of gold, and of light and of bronze,
I am the lute for all your songs.
 
But as I sing to you, my city,
And you with crowns adorn,
I am the least of all your children,
Of all the poets born.
 
Your name will scorch my lips for ever,
Like a seraph's kiss, I'm told,
If I forget thee, golden city,
Jerusalem of gold.
 
Oh, Jerusalem of gold, and of light and of bronze,
I am the lute for all your songs.
 
The wells are filled again with water,
The square with joyous crowd,
On the Temple Mount within the City,
The shofar rings out loud.
 
Oh, Jerusalem of gold, and of light and of bronze,
I am the lute for all your songs.
 
Within the caverns in the mountains,
A thousand suns will glow,
We'll take the Dead Sea road together,
That runs through Jericho.
 
Oh, Jerusalem of gold, and of light and of bronze,
I am the lute for all your songs.