BY the rivers of Babel, there we sat down, yea, we wept, when we remembered Tsiyon.
We hanged our harps upon the willows in the midst thereof.
For there they that carried us away captive required of us a song; and they that wasted us required of us mirth, saying, Sing us one of the songs of Tsiyon.
How shall we sing Yahuah's song in a strange land?
If I forget you, O Yerushalayim, let my right hand forget her cunning.
If I do not remember you, let my tongue cleave to the roof of my mouth; if I prefer not Yerushalayim above my chief joy.
Remember, O Yahuah, the children of Edom את in the day of Yerushalayim; who said, Rase it, rase it, even to the foundation thereof.
O daughter of Babel, who are to be destroyed; happy shall he be, that rewards you as you have served us.
Happy shall he be, that takes and dashes your little ones against the stones.