By the rivers of Babylon, there, we sat down, yea we wept - when we remembered Zion:

How happy the man who shall snatch away and dash thy children against the crag.

O ruined daughter of Babylon, - how happy the man who shall repay thee thy dealing, wherewith thou didst deal with us!

Remember, O Yahweh, against the sons of Edom, the day of Jerusalem, - how they continued to say - Overthrow! Overthrow! unto the foundation within it.

If I forget thee, O Jerusalem, Let my right-hand forget:

Upon the willows - in the midst thereof, hanged we our lyres:

How shall we sing the song of Yahweh, on a foreign soil?

For, there, our captors asked of us words of song, and our plunderers - gladness, - Sing us of the songs of Zion!

Let my tongue cleave to the roof of my mouth, if I do not remember thee! if I do not lift up Jerusalem above the head of mine own gladness.