1 By the rivers of Babylon we sat and wept ¶ when we remembered Zion.
2 There on the poplars we hung our harps,
3 for there our captors asked us for songs, our tormentors demanded songs of joy; ¶ they said, "Sing us one of the songs of Zion!"
4 How can we sing the songs of the LORD ¶ while in a foreign land?
5 If I forget you, Jerusalem, may my right hand forget its skill.
6 May my tongue cling to the roof of my mouth if I do not remember you, ¶ if I do not consider Jerusalem ¶ my highest joy.
7 Remember, LORD, what the Edomites did ¶ on the day Jerusalem fell. ¶ "Tear it down," they cried, ¶ "tear it down to its foundations!"
8 Daughter Babylon, doomed to destruction, happy is the one who repays you ¶ according to what you have done to us.
9 Happy is the one who seizes your infants and dashes them against the rocks.