By the rivers of Babel we sat, and there we wept, when we remembered Zion.

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

Then they that led us captive, required of us songs and mirth, when we had hanged up our harps, saying, Sing us one of the songs of Zion.

How shall we sing, a song of the Lord in a strange land?

If I forget thee, O Jerusalem, let my right hand forget to play.

If I do not remember thee, let my tongue cleave to the roof of my mouth: yea, if I prefer not Jerusalem to my chief joy.

Remember the children of Edom, O Lord, in the day of Jerusalem, which said, Raze it, raze it to the foundation thereof.

O daughter of Babel, worthy to be destroyed, blessed shall he be that rewardeth thee, as thou hast served us.

Blessed shall he be that taketh and dasheth thy children against the stones.