1 By the rivers of Babylon, there we sat down.Yes, we wept, when we remembered Zion.
2 On the willows in that land,we hung up our harps.
3 For there, those who led us captive asked us for songs.Those who tormented us demanded songs of joy:“Sing us one of the songs of Zion!”
4 How can we sing the Lord’s song in a foreign land?
5 If I forget you, Jerusalem,let my right hand forget its skill.
6 Let my tongue stick to the roof of my mouth if I don’t remember you;if I don’t prefer Jerusalem above my chief joy.