^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.