1 By the rivers of Babylon we sat and wept when we remembered Zion.
2 There on the poplars we hung our harps.
3 for there our captors asked us for songs, our tormentors demanded songs of joy;
they said, "Sing us one of the songs of Zion!"
4 How can we sing the songs of the Lord while in a foreign land?
5 If I forget you, O Jerusalem, may my right hand forget its skill.
6 May my tongue cling to the roof of my moouth if I do not remember you,
if I do not consider Jerusalem my highest joy.
7 Remember, O Lord, what the Edomites did on the day Jerusalem fell.
"Tear it down," they cried, "tear it down to its foundaitons!"
8 O Daughter of Babylon, doomed to destruction,
happy is he who repays you for what you have done to us-
9 he who seizes your infants and dashes them against the rocks.