| | 1 | By the rivers of Babylon, There we sat down, yea, we wept When we remembered Zion. | |
| | 2 | We hung our harps Upon the willows in the midst of it. | |
| | 3 | For there those who carried us away captive asked of us a song, And those who plundered us requested mirth, Saying, "Sing us one of the songs of Zion!" | |
| | 4 | How shall we sing the LORD'S song In a foreign land? | |
| | 5 | If I forget you, O Jerusalem, Let my right hand forget its skill! | |
| | 6 | If I do not remember you, Let my tongue cling to the roof of my mouth--If I do not exalt Jerusalem Above my chief joy. | |
| | 7 | Remember, O LORD, against the sons of Edom The day of Jerusalem, Who said, "Raze it, raze it, To its very foundation!" | |
| | 8 | O daughter of Babylon, who are to be destroyed, Happy the one who repays you as you have served us! | |
| | 9 | Happy the one who takes and dashes Your little ones against the rock! | |
