as we thought of Jerusalem.*
hanging them on the branches of poplar trees.
Our tormentors insisted on a joyful hymn:
“Sing us one of those songs of Jerusalem!”
while in a pagan land?
let my right hand forget how to play the harp.
if I fail to remember you,
if I don’t make Jerusalem my greatest joy.
on the day the armies of Babylon captured Jerusalem.
“Destroy it!” they yelled.
“Level it to the ground!”
Happy is the one who pays you back
for what you have done to us.
and smashes them against the rocks!