1 By the rivers of Babylon, there we sat down.
Yes, we wept, when we remembered Zion. 2 On the willows in its midst,
we hung up our harps. 3 For there, those who led us captive asked us for songs.
Those who tormented us demanded songs of joy:
"Sing us one of the songs of Zion!" 4 How can we sing Yahweh's song in a foreign land? 5 If I forget you, Jerusalem,
let my right hand forget its skill. 6 Let my tongue stick to the roof of my mouth if I don't remember
if I don't prefer Jerusalem above my chief joy. 7 Remember, Yahweh, against the children of Edom,
the day of Jerusalem;
who said, "Raze it!
Raze it even to its foundation!" 8 Daughter of Babylon, doomed to destruction,
he will be happy who rewards you,
as you have served us. 9 Happy shall he be,
who takes and dashes your little ones against the rock.