Psalms

¹ By the rivers of Babylon we sat and wept when we remembered Zion.

² we hung our harps,

³ our tormentors demanded songs of joy; they said, “Sing us one of the songs of Zion!”

⁴ while in a foreign land?

⁵ may my right hand forget its skill.

⁶ if I do not remember you, if I do not consider Jerusalem my highest joy.

⁷ on the day Jerusalem fell. “Tear it down,” they cried, “tear it down to its foundations!”

⁸ happy is he who repays you for what you have done to us—

⁹ and dashes them against the rocks.