By the rivers of Babel we sate, and there we wept, when we remembered Zion.
We hanged our harps upon the willows in the middes thereof.
When they that led us captives required of us songs and mirth, when we had
hanged up our harps, saying Sing us one of the songs of Zion.
How shall we sing, said we, a song of the Lord in a strange land.
If I forget thee, O Jerusalem, may my right hand forget to play.