By the rivers of Babylon,
There we sat down and wept,
When we remembered Zion.

How blessed will be the one who seizes and dashes your little ones
Against the rock.

O daughter of Babylon, you devastated one,
How blessed will be the one who repays you
With the recompense with which you have repaid us.

Remember, O Lord, against the sons of Edom
The day of Jerusalem,
Who said, “Raze it, raze it
To its very foundation.”

If I forget you, O Jerusalem,
May my right hand forget her skill.

Upon the willows in the midst of it
We hung our harps.

How can we sing the Lord’s song
In a foreign land?

For there our captors demanded of us songs,
And our tormentors mirth, saying,
“Sing us one of the songs of Zion.”

May my tongue cling to the roof of my mouth
If I do not remember you,
If I do not exalt Jerusalem
Above my chief joy.