The Book of Psalms

There by the rivers of Babylon we sat down; also we wept when we remembered Zion.

We hung our lyres on the willows in its midst.

For there our captors asked us the words of a song; yea, our plunderers [asked] joy, [saying], Sing to us a song of Zion.

How shall we sing the song of Jehovah on a foreign soil?

If I forget you, O Jerusalem, let my right hand forget;

let my tongue cleave to my palate, if I do not remember you, if I do not bring up Jerusalem above the head of my joy.

O Jehovah, remember for the sons of Edom the day of Jerusalem; who said, Make [it] bare! Make [it] bare even to its foundation!

O daughter of Babylon, O destroyed one! Blessed [is] he who shall repay [to you] your reward which you rewarded to us.

Blessed [is] he who seizes your little ones and dashes [them] against the stone!