By the rivers of Babylon, there we sat down; yea, we wept when we remembered Zion.
We hung our harps upon the willows in the midst thereof.
For there they that carried us away captive required of us a song, and they that wasted us required of us mirth, saying, "Sing us one of the songs of Zion!"
How shall we sing the LORD's song in a strange land?
If I forget thee, O Jerusalem, let my right hand forget her cleverness.
If I do not remember thee, let my tongue cleave to the roof of my mouth, if I prefer not Jerusalem above my chief joy.