2. We put away our harps,hanging them on the branches of poplar trees.
3. For our captors demanded a song from us.Our tormentors insisted on a joyful hymn:“Sing us one of those songs of Jerusalem!”
4. But how can we sing the songs of the lordwhile in a pagan land?
5. If I forget you, O Jerusalem,let my right hand forget how to play the harp.
6. May my tongue stick to the roof of my mouthif I fail to remember you,if I don’t make Jerusalem my greatest joy.
7. O lord, remember what the Edomites didon the day the armies of Babylon captured Jerusalem.“Destroy it!” they yelled.“Level it to the ground!”
8. O Babylon, you will be destroyed.Happy is the one who pays you backfor what you have done to us.