1By the rivers of Babylon, there we sat down, yea, we wept,
When we remembered Zion.

2We hanged our harps
Upon the willows in the midst thereof.

3For there they that carried us away captive required of us a song;
And they that wasted us required of us mirth,
Saying, Sing us one of the songs of Zion.

4How shall we sing the Lord’s song
In a strange land?

5If I forget thee, O Jerusalem,
Let my right hand forget her cunning.

6If I do not remember thee,
Let my tongue cleave to the roof of my mouth;
If I prefer not Jerusalem above my chief joy.

7Remember, O Lord, the children of Edom in the day of Jerusalem;
Who said, Rase it, rase it, even to the foundation thereof.

8O daughter of Babylon, who art to be destroyed;
Happy shall he be, that rewardeth thee
As thou hast served us.

9Happy shall he be that taketh
And dasheth thy little ones against the stones.