1 By the rivers of Babylon, we sat down and cried
2 We hung our lyres on willow trees.
3 It was there that those who had captured us demanded that we sing.
4 How could we sing the Lord’s song in a foreign land?
5 If I forget you, Jerusalem,
6 Let my tongue stick to the roof of my mouth
7 O Lord, remember the people of Edom.
8 You destructive people of Babylon,
9 Blessed is the one who grabs your little children