^1By Babel's streams we sat and wept,
when Sion we thought on.
^2In midst thereof we hang'd our harps
the willow-trees upon.
^3For there a song required they,
who did us captive bring:
Our spoilers call'd for mirth, and said,
A song of Sion sing.
^4O how the Lord's song shall we sing
within a foreign land?
^5If thee, Jerus'lem, I forget,
skill part from my right hand.
^6My tongue to my mouth's roof let cleave,
if I do thee forget,
Jerusalem, and thee above
my chief joy do not set.
^7Remember Edom's children, Lord,
who in Jerus'lems day,
Ev'n unto its foundation,
Raze, raze it quite, did say.
^8O daughter thou of Babylon,
near to destruction;
Bless'd shall he be that thee rewards,
as thou to us hast done.
^9Yea, happy surely shall he be
thy tender little ones
Who shall lay hold upon, and them
shall dash against the stones.