By the waters of Babylon we sat down and wept *
when we remembered thee, O Sion.
As for our harps, we hanged them up *
upon the trees that are therein.
For they that led us away captive required of us then 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 Jerusalem *
let my right hand forget her cunning.
If I do not remember thee, let my tongue cleave to the roof of my mouth *
yea, if I prefer not Jerusalem in my mirth.
Remember the children of Edom, O Lord, in the day of Jerusalem *
how they said, Down with it, down with it, even to the ground.
O daughter of Babylon , wasted with misery *
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.
I will give thanks unto thee, O Lord, with my whole heart *
even before the gods will I sing praise unto thee.
I will worship toward thy holy temple, and praise thy Name, because of thy loving-kindness and truth *
for thou hast magnified thy Name and thy word above all things.
When I called upon thee, thou heardest me *
and enduedst my soul with much strength.
All the kings of the earth shall praise thee, O Lord *
for they have heard the words of thy mouth.
Yea, they shall sing in the ways of the Lord *
that great is the glory of the Lord.
For though the Lord be high, yet hath he respect unto the lowly *
as for the proud, he beholdeth them afar off.
Though I walk in the midst of trouble, yet shalt thou refresh me *
thou shalt stretch forth thy hand upon the furiousness of mine enemies, and thy right hand shall save me.
The lord shall make good his loving-kindness toward me *
yea, thy mercy, O Lord, endureth for ever; despise not then the works of thine own hands.