by the rivers of babylon
i sat and wept, remembering zion
we laid our harps by willow trees
for our captors required us a song, singing,
"sing a song of hope
sing a song of zion"
how can i sing your songs in a foreign land?
if i forget you, oh, jerusalem,
may my right hand forget her skills
may my mouth run dry and be still
may my right hand forget her skills