1. By the rivers of Babylon we sat and weptwhen we remembered Zion.
2. There on the poplarswe hung our harps,
3. for there our captors asked us for songs,our tormentors demanded songs of joy;they said, ‘Sing us one of the songs of Zion!’
4. How can we sing the songs of the Lordwhile in a foreign land?
5. If I forget you, Jerusalem,may my right hand forget its skill.