1 By the rivers of Babylon, there we sat down, yea, we wept, when we remembered Zion.
2 We hanged our harps upon the willows in the midst thereof.
3 For there they that carried us away captive required of us a song; and they that wasted us
4 How shall we sing the
5 If I forget thee, O Jerusalem, let my right hand forget
6 If I do not remember thee, let my tongue cleave to the roof of my mouth; if I prefer not Jerusalem above my chief joy.
7 Remember, O
8 O daughter of Babylon, who art to be destroyed; happy
9 Happy