1. By the rivers of Babylon, we sat down and wept, when we remembered Zion.
2. On the willows there we hung up our harps.
3. For there our captors demanded songs and our tormentors asked for joy: “Sing us one of the songs of Zion.”
4. How can we sing a song of Adonai in a foreign land?
5. If I forget you, O Jerusalem, let my right hand wither.
6. May my tongue cling to the roof of my mouth if I cease to remember you, if I do not set Jerusalem above my chief joy.