Prayer: Song of the First Fruits

Our baskets are on our shoulders, our heads are crowned. From the ends of the land we have come, we have brought Bikkurim (first fruits). From Judah, from Judah, from Samaria, from the valley, from the valley and the Galilee. Make way for us, Bikkurim are with us. Beat, beat, beat the drum, play the flute! Our fields and our gardens have ripened their crops. Our vineyards, our melon patches have yielded the first fruits of praise.

Figs, figs, apples,

Grapes, grapes, and almonds. Make way for us, Bikkurim are with us. Beat, beat, beat the drum, play the flute! How good are our circles, how beautiful are the rows. The choicest produce of the land is ours, we have brought Bikkurim. From Golan, from Golan, from Bashan, from the Negev, from the Negev and the Jordan. Make way for us, Bikkurim are with us. Beat, beat, beat the drum, play the flute!

The "K'Ayal Ta'arog" Organization

BS"D

Song of the First Fruits

Our baskets are on our shoulders, our heads are crowned. From the ends of the land we have come, we have brought Bikkurim (first fruits). From Judah, from Judah, from Samaria, from the valley, from the valley and the Galilee. Make way for us, Bikkurim are with us. Beat, beat, beat the drum, play the flute! Our fields and our gardens have ripened their crops. Our vineyards, our melon patches have yielded the first fruits of praise.

Figs, figs, apples,

Grapes, grapes, and almonds. Make way for us, Bikkurim are with us. Beat, beat, beat the drum, play the flute! How good are our circles, how beautiful are the rows. The choicest produce of the land is ours, we have brought Bikkurim. From Golan, from Golan, from Bashan, from the Negev, from the Negev and the Jordan. Make way for us, Bikkurim are with us. Beat, beat, beat the drum, play the flute!

The "K'Ayal Ta'arog" Organization

BS"D

Song of the First Fruits

Our baskets are on our shoulders, our heads are crowned. From the ends of the land we have come, we have brought Bikkurim (first fruits). From Judah, from Judah, from Samaria, from the valley, from the valley and the Galilee. Make way for us, Bikkurim are with us. Beat, beat, beat the drum, play the flute! Our fields and our gardens have ripened their crops. Our vineyards, our melon patches have yielded the first fruits of praise.

Figs, figs, apples,

Grapes, grapes, and almonds. Make way for us, Bikkurim are with us. Beat, beat, beat the drum, play the flute! How good are our circles, how beautiful are the rows. The choicest produce of the land is ours, we have brought Bikkurim. From Golan, from Golan, from Bashan, from the Negev, from the Negev and the Jordan. Make way for us, Bikkurim are with us. Beat, beat, beat the drum, play the flute!

The "K'Ayal Ta'arog" Organization

BS"D

Song of the First Fruits

Our baskets are on our shoulders, our heads are crowned. From the ends of the land we have come, we have brought Bikkurim (first fruits). From Judah, from Judah, from Samaria, from the valley, from the valley and the Galilee. Make way for us, Bikkurim are with us. Beat, beat, beat the drum, play the flute! Our fields and our gardens have ripened their crops. Our vineyards, our melon patches have yielded the first fruits of praise.

Figs, figs, apples,

Grapes, grapes, and almonds. Make way for us, Bikkurim are with us. Beat, beat, beat the drum, play the flute! How good are our circles, how beautiful are the rows. The choicest produce of the land is ours, we have brought Bikkurim. From Golan, from Golan, from Bashan, from the Negev, from the Negev and the Jordan. Make way for us, Bikkurim are with us. Beat, beat, beat the drum, play the flute!

The "K'Ayal Ta'arog" Organization