1 By the rivers of Babylon we sat down;there we wept when we remembered Zion.
2 On the willows near bywe hung up our harps.
3 Those who captured us told us to sing;they told us to entertain them:“Sing us a song about Zion.”
4 How can we sing a song to the Lordin a foreign land?
5 May I never be able to play the harp againif I forget you, Jerusalem!
6 May I never be able to sing againif I do not remember you,if I do not think of you as my greatest joy!