By the Waters of Babylon
By the rivers of Babylon, there we sat down and wept, when we remembered thee O Zion. As for our harps, We hanged them up on the willow trees. For they that brought us to misery asked of us a joyful song; yea, they did speak to us with mocking words, “Sing us now, sing us one of the songs of Zion. Then we did answer, How can we sing to you, how can we sing our glad songs in a strange land? Jerusalem if I should forget thee, O Jerusalem, then , then let my right hand forget her cunning.