The Book of Psalms

By the rivers of Babylon, There we sat down, yea, we wept, When we remembered Zion.

Upon the willows in the midst thereof We hanged up our harps.

For there they that led us captive required of us songs, And they that wasted us [required of us] mirth, [saying], Sing us one of the songs of Zion.

How shall we sing Jehovah's song In a foreign land?

If I forget thee, O Jerusalem, Let my right hand forget [her skill].