1 By the rivers of Babylon, we sat down and wept, when we remembered Zion.
2 On the willows there we hung up our harps.
3 For there our captors demanded songs and our tormentors asked for joy: “Sing us one of the songs of Zion.”
4 How can we sing a song of Adonai in a foreign land?
5 If I forget you, O Jerusalem, let my right hand wither.
6 May my tongue cling to the roof of my mouth if I cease to remember you, if I do not set Jerusalem above my chief joy.
7 Remember, Adonai, the children of Edom, what they said on the day Jerusalem fell: “Strip her, strip her to her very foundation!”