1. By the rivers of Babylon, there we sat, yes, we wept, when we remembered Zion.
2. On the willows in her midst, we hung up our lyres.
3. For there our captors asked of us words of a song, and our tormentors asked of us jubilation, “Sing for us from a song of Zion.”
4. How could we sing the song of Yahweh in a foreign land?
5. If I forget you, O Jerusalem, let my right hand forget.