1 We sat down and cried by the rivers of Babylon when we remembered Zion.
2 There upon the trees we put our harps.
3 For those who held us there made us sing. And those who made it hard for us asked for joy. They said, "Sing us one of the songs of Zion."
4 How can we sing the song of the Lord in a strange land?
5 If I forget you, O Jerusalem, may my right hand forget what it is able to do.
6 May my tongue hold to the roof of my mouth if I do not remember you, if I do not honor Jerusalem above my highest joy.
7 O Lord, remember what the sons of Edom did on the day Jerusalem fell. "Knock it down," they said, "Knock it down to the ground."
8 O daughter of Babylon, you who will be destroyed, how honored will be the one who pays you back for what you have done to us!
9 How honored will be the one who catches your children and throws them against the rock!