1 By the rivers of Babylon we sat and wept
when we remembered Zion.
we hung our harps,
our tormentors demanded songs of joy;
they said, “Sing us one of the songs of Zion!”
while in a foreign land?
may my right hand forget its skill.
if I do not remember you,
if I do not consider Jerusalem
my highest joy.
on the day Jerusalem fell.
“Tear it down,” they cried,
“tear it down to its foundations!”
happy is the one who repays you
according to what you have done to us.
and dashes them against the rocks.