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BY the waters of Babylon we sat down and wept, * when we remembered thee, O Sion.
As for our harps, we hanged them up * upon the trees that are therein.
For they that led us away captive, required of us then a song, and melody in our heaviness: * Sing us one of the songs of Sion.
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; * yea, if I prefer not Jerusalem above my chief joy.
vs 7 Remember the children of Edom, O LORD, in the day of Jerusalem; * how they said, Down with it, down with it, even to the ground.
O daughter of Babylon, wasted with misery; * yea, happy shall he be that rewardeth thee as thou hast served us.
Blessed shall he be that taketh thy children, * and throweth them against the stones.
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