By rivers of Babylon -- There we did sit, Yea, we wept when we remembered Zion.
On willows in its midst we hung our harps.
For there our captors asked us the words of a song, And our spoilers -- joy: `Sing ye to us of a song of Zion.'
How do we sing the song of Jehovah, On the land of a stranger?
If I forget thee, O Jerusalem, my right hand forgetteth!
My tongue doth cleave to my palate, If I do not remember thee, If I do not exalt Jerusalem above my chief joy.