1 By the rivers of Babylon,
There we sat down and wept,
When we remembered Zion.
We hung our harps.
And our tormentors mirth, saying,
“Sing us one of the songs of Zion.”
In a foreign land?
May my right hand forget her skill.
If I do not remember you,
If I do not exalt Jerusalem
Above my chief joy.
The day of Jerusalem,
Who said, “Raze it, raze it
To its very foundation.”
How blessed will be the one who repays you
With the recompense with which you have repaid us.
Against the rock.