Near the rivers of Bavel—
there we sat down,
we shed tears,
when we remembered .
Upon the willows in the midst,
we hanged up our harps.
For there they that led us captive,
enquired of us words of song,
and they vexed us with mirth:
“Sing us one of the songs of .”
How shall we sing a song of YHWH upon foreign soil?
If I forget you Yerushalam,
let my right hand forget its skill,
and my tongue cleave to its palate,
if I remember you not,
if I will not bring to mind Yerushalam during my greatest joy.
Remember YHWH,
against the children of Edom
the day of Yerushalam;
who said,
“Strip it bare; strip it bare! To its foundation!”
Daughter of Bavel, who is destroyed:
Happy shall He be that will repay you in retribution,for what you have inflicted upon us.
Happy shall He be that takes and dashes your little ones against the rock.
