2. There on the poplars we 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 Lord while in a foreign land?
5. If I forget you, Jerusalem, may my right hand forget its skill.
6. May my tongue cling to the roof of my mouth if I do not remember you, if I do not consider Jerusalem my highest joy.