By the rivers of Babylon— there we sat down and there we wept when we remembered Zion. 2 On the willows a Or my soul within me is like a weaned child there we hung up our harps. 3 For there our captors asked us for songs, and our tormentors asked for mirth, saying, “Sing us one of the songs of Zion!”4
How could we sing the LORD's song in a foreign land? 5 If I forget you, O Jerusalem, let my right hand wither! 6 Let my tongue cling to the roof of my mouth, if I do not remember you, if I do not set Jerusalem above my highest joy.7
Remember, O LORD, against the Edomites the day of Jerusalem's fall, how they said, “Tear it down! Tear it down! Down to its foundations!” 8 O daughter Babylon, you devastator! b Or Sea of Reeds Happy shall they be who pay you back what you have done to us! 9 Happy shall they be who take your little ones and dash them against the rock!