By the waters of Babylon,
we sat down and wept, when we remember'd thee O Sion,
As for our harps, we hanged them up upon the trees that are therein,
For they that led us away captive requir'd of us a song, and melody, in our heaviness;
Sing us one of the songs of Sion.
How shall we sing the Lord's song in a strange land?
If I forget thee, O Jerusalem, let my right hand forget her cunning.
if I do not remember thee, let my tongue cleave to the roof of my mouth;
Yea, if I prefer not Jerusalem in my mirth. Remember the children of Edom,
O Lord, in the day of Jerusalem, how they said, down with it, ev'n to the ground.
O daughter of Babylon, wasted with misery;
Yea, happy shall he be that rewardeth thee as thou hast served us.