1. By Babel's streams we sat and wept,when Sion we thought on.
2. In midst thereof we hang'd our harpsthe willow-trees upon.
3. For there a song required they,who did us captive bring:Our spoilers call'd for mirth, and said,A song of Sion sing.
4. O how the Lord's song shall we singwithin a foreign land?
5. If thee, Jerus'lem, I forget,skill part from my right hand.
6. My tongue to my mouth's roof let cleave,if I do thee forget,Jerusalem, and thee abovemy chief joy do not set.