By the rivers of Babylon, we sat down and cried as we remembered Zion.
We hung our lyres on willow trees.
It was there that those who had captured us demanded that we sing. Those who guarded us wanted us to entertain them. [They said,] "Sing a song from Zion for us!"
How could we sing the LORD's song in a foreign land?
If I forget you, Jerusalem, let my right hand forget [how to play the lyre].
Let my tongue stick to the roof of my mouth if I don't remember you, if I don't consider Jerusalem my highest joy.