By the rivers of Babylon,
there we sat down,
yea, we wept when we remembered Zion.
We hung our harps
upon the willows in the midst of it.
For there those who carried us away
asked of us a song,
and those who plundered us
'Sing us one of the songs of Zion!'
How shall we sing the LORD'S song
in a foreign land?
If I forget you, O Jerusalem,
let my right hand forget its skill!
If I do not remember you,
let my tongue cling to the roof of my mouth -
if I do not exalt Jerusalem
above my chief joy.