1 By the rivers of Babylon, there we sat and wept when we remembered Zion.

2 On the poplars there we hung our lyres.

3 For there our captors demanded songs of us, and our tormentors demanded joy: “Sing us one of the songs of Zion!”

4 How can we sing the LORD’s song in a foreign land?

5 If I forget you, Jerusalem, let my right hand forget its skill.

6 Let my tongue cling to the roof of my mouth if I do not remember you, if I do not set Jerusalem above my highest joy.

7 Remember against the people of Edom, LORD, the day of Jerusalem, when they said, “Raze it, raze it to its very foundation!”

8 Daughter Babylon, doomed to devastation, blessed is the one who repays you for what you have done to us.

9 Blessed is the one who seizes your little ones and dashes them against the rock.