By the rivers of Babylon - we sat and wept when we remembered - Zion.
There on the willows ... we hung our harps ,
for there our captors ... requested a song ; our tormentors demanded songs of joy : “ Sing a song of Zion. ”
How can we sing - a song of the LORD in a foreign land ?
If I forget you , O Jerusalem , may my right hand cease to function.
May my tongue cling to the roof of my mouth if I do not remember you , if I do not exalt - Jerusalem as my greatest joy !
Remember , O LORD , the sons of Edom - on the day Jerusalem (fell) : “ Destroy it , ” they said , “ tear it down to its foundations
O Daughter of Babylon , doomed to destruction , blessed is he who repays - as you have done
Blessed is he who seizes your infants and dashes them against the rocks.