¹By the rivers of Babylon, there we sat, yes, we wept, when we remembered Zion. ²On the willows in her midst, we hung up our lyres. ³For there our captors asked of us words of a song, and our tormentors asked of us jubilation, “Sing for us from a song of Zion.” ⁴How could we sing the song of Yahweh in ⌞a foreign land⌟? ⁵If I forget you, O Jerusalem, let my right hand forget. ⁶Let my tongue cling to the roof of my mouth, if I do not remember you, if do not I exalt Jerusalem above my highest joy. ⁷Remember, O Yahweh, against the sons of Edom the day of Jerusalem, the ones who said, “Lay it bare! Lay it bare to its foundation!” ⁸O daughter of Babylon, about to be devastated, happy shall be he who pays back to you ⌞what you paid out to us⌟. ⁹Happy shall be he who seizes and smashes your children against the rock.