1 By Babel's streams we sat and wept,when Sion we thought on.
2 In midst thereof we hang'd our harpsthe willow-trees upon.
3 For there a song required they,who did us captive bring:Our spoilers call'd for mirth, and said,A song of Sion sing.
4 O how the Lord's song shall we singwithin a foreign land?
5 If thee, Jerus'lem, I forget,skill part from my right hand.
6 My tongue to my mouth's roof let cleave,if I do thee forget,Jerusalem, and thee abovemy chief joy do not set.
7 Remember Edom's children, Lord,who in Jerus'lems day,Ev'n unto its foundation,Raze, raze it quite, did say.
8 O daughter thou of Babylon,near to destruction;Bless'd shall he be that thee rewards,as thou to us hast done.
9 Yea, happy surely shall he bethy tender little onesWho shall lay hold upon,and them shall dash against the stones.