¶ By the waters of Babylon we sat down and wept, when we remembered Sion. As for our harps, we hanged them up upon the trees, that are therein. Then they that led us away captive, required of us a song and melody in our heaviness: sing us one of the songs of Sion. How shall we sing the LORD's song in a strange land? If I forget thee, O Ierusalem, let my right hand be forgotten. If I do not remember thee, let my tongue cleave to the roof of my mouth: yea if I prefer not Ierusalem in my mirth.
¶ Remember the children of Edom, O LORD, in the day of Ierusalem, how they said: down with it, down with it: even to the ground. O daughter of Babylon, thou shalt come to misery thy self: yea happy shall he be, that rewardeth thee as thou hast served us. Blessed shall he be, that taketh thy children, and throweth them against the stones.