Watch me as the pupil of the daughter of the eye: thou wilt hide me in the shadow of thy wings.

I will make mention of Rahab and Babel to those knowing me: behold the rovers, and Tyre, with Cush; this was born there.

By the rivers of Babel, there we sat down: also we wept in our remembering Zion.

O daughter of Babel laying waste; happy he recompensing to thee thy retribution thou didst to us