Eh, wasn't too crazy about this one. There's still the characteristic musicality of Lord Byron that I admire in here, there's still a whole lot of word-smithery going on, it all sounds delightful to read out loud and the rhythm is excellent, but the subject matter here is just very stale and uninteresting. As the title suggests, it's all about Israel and Zion and whatnot, things I just couldn't care less for, especially when it's presented with so little transformative substance. Authors like Rainer Maria Rilke or Else Lasker-Schüler have done way more interesting and resonant things in poetry through the lens of Jewish heritage and spiritual connection, and what Byron does here is more or less just very plainly taking these tales and translating them into lyric form.
There are a few pretty poems in here, especially the ones that deviates from the very overt themes like the ones dedicated to lovers of his, but it's not enough for me to give it a rating that's above average. It's the craft of Byron being wasted on something that doesn't have a lot to say.