1 Alongside Babylon’s streams,there we sat down,crying because we remembered Zion.
2 We hung our lyres upin the trees there
3 because that’s where our captors asked us to sing;our tormentors requested songs of joy:"Sing us a song about Zion!" they said.
4 But how could we possibly singthe Lord’s song on foreign soil?
5 Jerusalem! If I forget you,let my strong hand wither!
6 Let my tongue stick to the roof of my mouthif I don’t remember you,if I don’t make Jerusalem my greatest joy.