Psalms

¹ we sat on the banks; we cried and cried, remembering the good old days in Zion.

² we stacked our unplayed harps;

³ sarcastic and mocking: "Sing us a happy Zion song!"

⁴ in this wasteland?

⁵ let my fingers wither and fall off like leaves.

⁶ if I fail to remember you, If I fail, O dear Jerusalem, to honor you as my greatest.

⁷ and remember the ruin of Jerusalem, That day they yelled out, "Wreck it, smash it to bits!"

⁸ A reward to whoever gets back at you for all you've done to us;

⁹ and smashes their heads on the rocks!