1 By the rivers of Babylon,
There we sat down, yea, we wept
When we remembered Zion.
Upon the willows in the midst of it.
And those who plundered us requested mirth,
Saying, “Sing us one of the songs of Zion!”
In a foreign land?
Let my right hand forget its skill!
Let my tongue cling to the roof of my mouth —
If I do not exalt Jerusalem
Above my chief joy.
The day of Jerusalem,
Who said, [a]“Raze it, raze it,
To its very foundation!”
Happy the one who repays you as you have served us!
Your little ones against the rock!