1 By the rivers of Babylonp we sat and weptq

when we remembered Zion.r

2 There on the poplarss

we hung our harps,t

3 for there our captorsu asked us for songs,

our tormentors demandedv songs of joy;

they said, “Sing us one of the songs of Zion!”w

4 How can we sing the songs of the Lordx

while in a foreign land?

5 If I forget you,y Jerusalem,

may my right hand forget its skill.

6 May my tongue cling to the roofz of my mouth

if I do not remembera you,

if I do not consider Jerusalemb

my highest joy.

7 Remember, Lord, what the Edomitesc did

on the day Jerusalem fell.d

“Tear it down,” they cried,

“tear it down to its foundations!”e

8 Daughter Babylon, doomed to destruction,f

happy is the one who repays you

according to what you have done to us.

9 Happy is the one who seizes your infants

and dashes themg against the rocks.