By the rivers of Babylon, there we sat down, yea, we wept when we remembered Zion. Upon the willows in the midst of it we hung up our harps. For there those who led us captive required of us songs, and those who wasted us, mirth, [saying], Sing for us one of the songs of Zion. read more.
How shall we sing LORD's song in a foreign land? If I forget thee, O Jerusalem, let my right hand forget. Let my tongue cling to the roof of my mouth, if I do not remember thee, if I do not prefer Jerusalem above my chief joy.