By the rivers of Babylon
, there we sat down
, yea, we wept
, when we remembered
Zion
.
We hanged our harps
upon the willows
in the midst
thereof.
For there they that carried us away captive required
of us a song
; and they that wasted
us required of us mirth
, saying , Sing
us one of the songs
of Zion
.
How shall we sing the LORD'S
song
in a strange
land
?
If I forget thee, O Jerusalem
, let my right hand
forget
her cunning .
If I do not remember thee, let my tongue
cleave
to the roof of my mouth
; if I prefer
not Jerusalem
above my chief
joy
.
Remember, O LORD
, the children
of Edom
in the day
of Jerusalem
; who said
, Rase
it , rase
it, even to the foundation
thereof.
O daughter of Babylon
, who art to be destroyed
; happy
shall he be , that rewardeth
thee as thou hast served
us.
Happy shall he be , that taketh
and dasheth
thy little ones
against the stones
.