O Dionysos, Lord of the Vine
and giver of the fruit of the Earth,
who makest glad the heart
and renewest the spirit—hear my voice.
Look upon the hills of Zion,
and remember all who dwell therein.
Son of Samarian Zeus Xenios,
nursed by the slim-ankled Nymph Nysa,
who playeth with her charge in the groves of Eškol,
the glad God, founder of Skythopolis, jewel of the Decapolis,
I pray, let peace take root where strife hath grown.
Break the hardness of hearts, and turn them toward mercy.
Let no hand be lifted in wrath, nor voice in hatred,
but teach thy people to walk in piety and celebration.
Thou who revealest hidden truth and bringest forth new life,
pour out renewal upon the weary and the burdened.
Let justice rise with compassion, and memory be joined with healing.
Abide among the people of this ancient blood-soaked
and battle-scarred land, O wanderer divine, and make of it
a place of shared blessing for all who reside here where the Jordan flows.