By the arivers of Babylon, There we sat down and bwept, When we remembered Zion.
Upon the awillows in the midst of it We bhung our harps.
For there our captors ademanded of us songs, And bour tormentors mirth, saying, "Sing us one of the songs of Zion."
How can we sing athe Lord'S song In a foreign land?
If I aforget you, O Jerusalem, May my right hand forget her skill.
May my atongue cling to the roof of my mouth If I do not remember you, If I do not bexalt Jerusalem Above my chief joy.
Remember, O Lord, against the sons of aEdom The day of Jerusalem, Who said, "Raze it, raze it bTo its very foundation."
O daughter of Babylon, you adevastated one, How blessed will be the one who brepays you With the recompense with which you have repaid us.
How blessed will be the one who seizes and adashes your little ones Against the rock.