[1]By the rivers of Babylon, there we sat down, yea, we wept, when we remembered Zion.[2]Upon the willows in the midst thereof we hanged up our harps.[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.'[4]How shall we sing 𐤉𐤇𐤅𐤇'S song in a foreign land?[5]If I forget thee, O Jerusalem, let my right hand forget her cunning.[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.[7]Remember, O 𐤉𐤇𐤅𐤇, against the children of Edom the day of Jerusalem; who said: 'Rase it, rase it, even to the foundation thereof.'[8]O daughter of Babylon, that art to be destroyed; happy shall he be, that repayeth thee as thou hast served us.[9]Happy shall he be, that taketh and dasheth thy little ones against the rock.