By the rivers of Babylon we sat down; there we wept when we remembered Zion.
On the willows near by we hung up our harps.
Those who captured us told us to sing; they told us to entertain them: "Sing us a song about Zion."
How can we sing a song to the Lord in a foreign land?
May I never be able to play the harp again if I forget you, Jerusalem!
May I never be able to sing again if I do not remember you, if I do not think of you as my greatest joy!