1 By the rivers of Babylon,There we sat down, yea, we weptWhen we remembered Zion.
2 We hung our harpsUpon the willows in the midst of it.
3 For there those who carried us away captive asked of us a song,And those who plundered us requested mirth,Saying, “Sing us one of the songs of Zion!”
4 How shall we sing the Lord’s songIn a foreign land?