1 By the rivers of Babylon, there we sat down, yea, we wept,

When we remembered Zion.

2 We hanged our harps

Upon the willows in the midst thereof.

3 For 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.

4 How shall we sing the Lord’s song

In a strange land?

5 If I forget thee, O Jerusalem,

Let my right hand forget her cunning.

6 If I do not remember thee,

Let my tongue cleave to the roof of my mouth;

If I prefer not Jerusalem above my chief joy.

7 Remember, O Lord, the children of Edom in the day of Jerusalem;

Who said, Rase it, rase it, even to the foundation thereof.

8 O daughter of Babylon, who art to be destroyed;

Happy shall he be, that rewardeth thee

As thou hast served us.

9 Happy shall he be that taketh

And dasheth thy little ones against the stones.