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.