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 the LORD'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 do not remember you; if I do not prefer Jerusalem above my chief joy.
7 Remember, LORD, 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 blessed who rewards you, as you have served us. 9 Blessed shall he be who takes and dashes your little ones against the rock.