By the rivers of Bavel we sat down and wept as we remembered Tziyon.
We had hung up our lyres on the willows that were there,
when those who had taken us captive asked us to sing them a song; our tormentors demanded joy from us -"Sing us one of the songs from Tziyon!"
How can we sing a song about ADONAI here on foreign soil?
If I forget you, Yerushalayim, may my right hand wither away!
May my tongue stick to the roof of my mouth if I fail to remember you, if I fail to count Yerushalayim the greatest of all my joys.
Remember, ADONAI, against the people of Edom the day of Yerushalayim's fall, how they cried, "Tear it down! Tear it down! Raze it to the ground!"
Daughter of Bavel, you will be destroyed! A blessing on anyone who pays you back for the way you treated us!
A blessing on anyone who seizes your babies and smashes them against a rock!