[1] By the rivers of Babylon we were seated, weeping at the memory of Zion,
[2] Hanging our instruments of music on the trees by the waterside. [3] For
there those who had taken us prisoners made request for a song; and those
who had taken away all we had gave us orders to be glad, saying, Give us
one of the songs of Zion. [4] How may we give the Lord's song in a strange
land? [5] If I keep not your memory, O Jerusalem, let not my right hand
keep the memory of its art. [6] If I let you go out of my thoughts, and if
I do not put Jerusalem before my greatest joy, let my tongue be fixed to
the roof of my mouth. [7] O Lord, keep in mind against the children of Edom
the day of Jerusalem; how they said, Let it be uncovered, uncovered even to
its base. [8] O daughter of Babylon, whose fate is destruction; happy is
the man who does to you what you have done to us. [9] Happy is the man who
takes your little ones, crushing them against the rocks.