By the waters of Babylon we sat down and wept :
when we remembered Zion.
As for our harps we hung them up :
upon the trees that are in that land.
For there those who led us away captive
required of us a song :
and those who had despoiled us demanded mirth, saying
Sing us one of the songs of Zion.
How can we sing the Lords song in a strange land?
If I forget you, O Jerusalem :
let my right hand forget its mastery.
Let my tongue cling to the roof of my mouth :
if I do not remember you,
if I do not prefer Jerusalem above my chief joy.
[Remember, O Lord, against the Edomites the day of Jerusalem :
how they said Down with it, down with it, raze it to its foundations.
O daughter of Babylon, you that lay waste :
happy shall he be who serves you as you have served us;
Happy shall he be who takes your little ones :
and dashes them against the stones.]