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