This hill stood bare and waiting for 2,000 years of exile.

We found dry thorns and boulders- and planted a garden.
We found desolation and cries of jackals at night- and built a home.
When the attackers came- we defended it.
When we did not succeed- we buried our dead.
When the army came to uproot- we blocked the roads.
If they succeed in destroying- we will return and build.

I promise.