137:1
By the rivers of Babylon, there we sat down, yea, we wept, when we remembered Zion.

137:2
Upon the willows in the midst thereof we hanged up our harps.

137:3
For there they that led us captive asked of us words of song, and our tormentors asked of us mirth: 'Sing us one of the songs of Zion.'

137:4
How shall we sing the Lord'S song in a foreign land?

137:5
If I forget thee, O Jerusalem, let my right hand forget her cunning.

137:6
Let my tongue cleave to the roof of my mouth, if I remember thee not; if I set not Jerusalem above my chiefest joy.

137:7
Remember, O the Lord, against the children of Edom the day of Jerusalem; who said: 'Rase it, rase it, even to the foundation thereof.'

137:8
O daughter of Babylon, that art to be destroyed; happy shall he be, that repayeth thee as thou hast served us.

137:9
Happy shall he be, that taketh and dasheth thy little ones against the rock.