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

Happy shall he be, who takes and dashes your little ones against the rock. By David.

Daughter of Babylon, doomed to destruction, he will be happy who rewards you, as you have served us.

Remember, Yahweh, against the children of Edom, the day of Jerusalem; who said, "Raze it! Raze it even to its foundation!"

If I forget you, Jerusalem, let my right hand forget its skill.

On the willows in its midst, we hung up our harps.

How can we sing Yahweh's song in a foreign land?

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!"

Let my tongue stick to the roof of my mouth if I don't remember you; if I don't prefer Jerusalem above my chief joy.