1 By the waters of Babylon there we sat, and we wept at the thought of Zion.
2 There on the poplars we hung our harps.
3 For there our captors called for a song: our tormentors, rejoicing, saying: “Sing us one of the songs of Zion.”
4 How can we sing the Lord’s song in the foreigner’s land?
5 If I forget you, Jerusalem, may my right hand wither.
6 May my tongue stick to the roof of my mouth, if I am unmindful of you, or don’t set Jerusalem above my chief joy.
7 Remember the Edomites, Lord, the day of Jerusalem’s fall, when they said, “Lay her bare, lay her bare, right down to her very foundation.”
8 Babylon, despoiler, happy are they who pay you back for all you have done to us.
9 Happy be they who seize and dash your children against the rocks.