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

Happy shall he be, that takes and dashes thy offspring against the stones.

O daughter of Babylon, who art to be destroyed; happy shall he be, that rewards thee as thou hast served us.

Remember, O LORD, the sons of Edom in the day of Jerusalem; who said, Raze it, raze it, even to the foundation thereof.

If I forget thee, O Jerusalem, my right hand shall be forgotten.

We hanged our harps upon the willows in the midst thereof;

How shall we sing the song of the LORD in the land of strangers?

when there, those that carried us away captive asked us for the words of the song; with our harps of joy hung upon the willows saying, Sing us one of the songs of Zion.

If I do not remember thee, my tongue shall cleave to the roof of my mouth; if I do not prefer to lift up Jerusalem as my chief joy.