for there our captors1 asked us for songs, our tormentors demanded2 songs of joy; they said, "Sing us one of the songs of Zion!"34
How can we sing the songs of the LORD4 while in a foreign land?
If I forget you,5 O Jerusalem, may my right hand forget [its skill].
May my tongue cling to the roof6 of my mouth if I do not remember7 you, if I do not consider Jerusalem8 my highest joy.
Remember, O LORD, what the Edomites9 did on the day Jerusalem fell.10 "Tear it down," they cried, "tear it down to its foundations!"118
O Daughter of Babylon, doomed to destruction,12 happy is he who repays you for what you have done to us--
he who seizes your infants and dashes them13 against the rocks.