By the waters of Babylon we sat down and wept, * when we remembered thee, O Sion. 2 As for our harps, we hanged them up * upon the trees that are therein. 3 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.’ 4 How shall we sing the LORD’s song * in a strange land? 5 If I forget thee, O Jerusalem, * let my right hand forget her cunning. 6 If I do not remember thee, let my tongue cleave to the roof of my mouth, * yea, if