By the rivers of Babylon,
there we sat down,
yea, we wept,
when we remembered Zion.
We hanged our harps upon the willows
in the midst thereof.
For there they that carried us away captive
required of us a song;
and they that wasted us
required of us mirth, saying,
Sing us one of the songs of Zion.
How shall we sing the LORD’S song
in a strange land?
