1

By Babel’s streams we sat and wept,

when Sion we thought on.

2

In midst thereof we hang’d our harps

the willow-trees upon.

3

For there a song required they,

who did us captive bring:

Our spoilers call’d for mirth, and said,

A song of Sion sing.

4

O how the Lord’s song shall we sing

within a foreign land?

5

If thee, Jerus’lem, I forget,

skill part from my right hand.

6

My tongue to my mouth’s roof let cleave,

if I do thee forget,

Jerusalem, and thee above

my chief joy do not set.

7

Remember Edom’s children, Lord,

who in Jerus’lem’s day,

Ev’n unto its foundation,

Raze, raze it quite, did say.

8

O daughter thou of Babylon,

near to destruction;

Bless’d shall he be that thee rewards,

as thou to us hast done.

9

Yea, happy surely shall he be

thy tender little ones

Who shall lay hold upon, and them

shall dash against the stones.