By rivers of Babylon, there we sat;{HR}Also we wept when we remembered Zion.
On willows in its midst we hung our harps.
For there our captors asked us words of song,{HR}And our spoilers mirth, [saying] Sing to us from a song of Zion.
How shall we sing the song of Jehovah on a strange ground?
If I forget thee, Jerusalem, let my right hand forget [its skill].
Let my tongue cleave to my palate, if I do not remember thee,{HR}If I do not raise Jerusalem above my chief joy.
Remember, Jehovah, to Edom’s sons the day of Jerusalem,{HR}Who said, Rase, rase, down to its foundation.
Daughter of Babylon, the desolated,{HR}Happy he that rendereth to thee thy measure thou didst mete to us.
Happy he that taketh and dasheth thy babes against the rock (crag).