| 1 | By the rivers of Babylon we were seated, weeping at the memory of Zion, |
| 2 | Hanging our instruments of music on the trees by the waterside. |
| 3 | For there those who had taken us prisoners made request for a song; and those who had taken away all we had gave us orders to be glad, saying, Give us one of the songs of Zion. |
| 4 | How may we give the Lord's song in a strange land? |
| 5 | If I keep not your memory, O Jerusalem, let not my right hand keep the memory of its art. |
| 6 | If I let you go out of my thoughts, and if I do not put Jerusalem before my greatest joy, let my tongue be fixed to the roof of my mouth. |
| 7 | O Lord, keep in mind against the children of Edom the day of Jerusalem; how they said, Let it be uncovered, uncovered even to its base. |
| 8 | O daughter of Babylon, whose fate is destruction; happy is the man who does to you what you have done to us. |
| 9 | Happy is the man who takes your little ones, crushing them against the rocks. |
