1. By the rivers of Babylon,There we sat down, yea, we weptWhen we remembered Zion.
2. We hung our harpsUpon the willows in the midst of it.
3. For there those who carried us away captive asked of us a song,And those who plundered us requested mirth,Saying, “Sing us one of the songs of Zion!”
4. How shall we sing the Lord’s songIn a foreign land?
5. If I forget you, O Jerusalem,Let my right hand forget its skill!
6. If I do not remember you,Let my tongue cling to the roof of my mouth—If I do not exalt JerusalemAbove my chief joy.