By the rivers of Babylon- there we sat down and wept when we remembered Zion.
There we hung up our lyres on the poplar trees,
for our captors there asked us for songs, and our tormentors, for rejoicing: "Sing us one of the songs of Zion."
How can we sing the Lord's song on foreign soil?
If I forget you, Jerusalem, may my right hand forget [its skill].
May my tongue stick to the roof of my mouth if I do not remember you, if I do not exalt Jerusalem as my greatest joy!