1 Beside the rivers of Babylon—there we sat and wept as we remembered Zion.
2 On the willows in the middle of it we hung up our lyres.
3 For there our captors demanded songs from us, and our tormentors wanted joy: "Sing for us one of Zion's songs!"
4 How can we sing the LORD's song on foreign soil?
5 If I forget you, Jerusalem, may my right hand forget.
6 May my tongue stick to my palate if I do not remember you, if I do not lift Jerusalem above my chief joy.
7 Remember, LORD, against the sons of Edom the day of Jerusalem, when they said, "Strip it, strip it to its foundations!"
8 Daughter of Babylon, you who are to be devastated, how blessed is the one who pays you back what you have dealt out to us!
9 How blessed is the one who takes your little ones and smashes them against the rock!