By the rivers of Babylon where we sat
By the rivers of Babylon where we wept when remembered Zion
We hung up our harps on the willows
For there our captors asked us for songs
Songs of joy our tormentors waited from us
And they said, “One of songs of Zion sing to us”.
How can we sing songs of the Lord while away?
O Jerusalem, if I forget you my right hand’ll forget the right way
Let my tongue cling to roof of my mouth if I stop remembering you,
O Jerusalem, my highest joy, need to say I love you.
Please remember, the Lord, what Edomites did on the day when Jerusalem fell.
“Tear it down,” they cried, “tear it down to its foundations! To hell!!!”
Daughter Babylon, doomed to destruction, happy’s the one who repays you according to what you have done.
One who seizes your infants, who dashes them all against rocks is the happiest one.