1 By the rivers of Babel, there we sat down: also we wept in our remembering Zion.
2 Upon the willows in her midst, we hung our harps;
3 For there they carrying us away captive asked us the words of a song; and they heaping us up gladness; Sing to us from the song of Zion.
4 How shall we sing the song of Jehovah upon the land of a stranger?
5 If I forget thee, O Jerusalem, my right hand shall be forgotten.
6 My tongue shall cleave to in palate, if I remember thee not; if I bring not up Jerusalem upon the head of my joy.
7 Remember, O Jehovah, for the sons of Edom, the day of Jerusalem; they saying, Make bare, make bare, even to the foundations in her.
8 O daughter of Babel laying waste; happy he recompensing to thee thy retribution thou didst to us
9 Happy he taking hold and dashing in pieces thy children against the rock.