Bible

1 By the rivers of Babylon — there we sat down and wept when we remembered Zion. 2 There we hung up our lyres on the poplar trees, 3 for our captors there asked us for songs, and our tormentors, for rejoicing: “Sing us one of the songs of Zion.” 4 How can we sing the LORD’s song on foreign soil? 5 If I forget you, Jerusalem, may my right hand forget its skill. 6 May my tongue stick to the roof of my mouth if I do not remember you, if I do not exalt Jerusalem as my greatest joy! 7 Remember, LORD, what the Edomites said that day at Jerusalem: “Destroy it! Destroy it down to its foundations!” 8 Daughter Babylon, doomed to destruction, happy is the one who pays you back what you have done to us. 9 Happy is he who takes your little ones and dashes them against the rocks.