By the rivers of Bavel, there we sat down. Yes, we wept, when we remembered Tziyon.
On the willows in the midst of it, We hung up our harps.
For there, those who led us captive asked us for songs. Those who tormented us demanded songs of joy: "Sing us one of the songs of Tziyon!"
How can we sing the LORD's song in a foreign land?
If I forget you, Yerushalayim, Let my right hand forget its skill.
Let my tongue stick to the roof of my mouth, If I don't remember you; If I don't prefer Yerushalayim above my chief joy.
Remember, LORD, against the children of Edom, The day of Yerushalayim; Who said, "Raze it! Raze it even to its foundation!"
Daughter of Bavel, doomed to destruction, He will be happy who rewards you, As you have served us.
Happy shall he be, Who takes and dashes your little ones against the rock.