I've sung this in English to these words:

Speed your journey my thoughts and my longings.
Speed your journey through mountain and valley.
Where the sweet scented air breathes a fragrance
of my home long ago, far away.

Golden harps of the prophets O tell me
why so silent you hang on the willows.
Once again sing the songs of my homeland.
Sing again of the days that are gone.

We have drunk from the cup of affliction
and have wept bitter tears of repentance.

O inspire us, Jehovah, with courage
so that we may endure to the last (sing this bit twice)
May endure to the last.