There on the poplars1 we hung our harps,23
for there our captors3 asked us for songs, our tormentors demanded4 songs of joy; they said, "Sing us one of the songs of Zion!"54
How can we sing the songs of the LORD6 while in a foreign land?
If I forget you,7 O Jerusalem, may my right hand forget [its skill].
May my tongue cling to the roof8 of my mouth if I do not remember9 you, if I do not consider Jerusalem10 my highest joy.
Remember, O LORD, what the Edomites11 did on the day Jerusalem fell.12 "Tear it down," they cried, "tear it down to its foundations!"138
O Daughter of Babylon, doomed to destruction,14 happy is he who repays you for what you have done to us--
he who seizes your infants and dashes them15 against the rocks.