1 By the waters of Babylon there we sat,
2There on the poplars we hung our harps.¶
3For there our captors called for a song:
4How can we sing the LORD’s song
5If I forget you, Jerusalem,
6May my tongue stick to the roof of my mouth,
7Remember the Edomites, LORD,
8Babylon, despoiler,
9Happy be they who seize and dash