By the waters of Babylon
We sat down and wept
By the waters of Babylon
We hung up our harps
And there we wept
For our kidnappers came to us
They came to us, they came to us
And they said
"Sing. Sing
Sing us a song to make us laugh."
But how can I sing the Lord's song in a foreign land?
How can we sing the Lord's song in a foreign land?
If I forget thee, O my city, let my right hand forget her cunning
If I forget thee, let my tongue cleave to the roof of my mouth—
If I love anything as much as you
Remember, O Lord, when our enemies came
And they said "Burn it. Burn it to the stones."
O daughter of Babylon—who will be destroyed—
Happy will he be
That will do to you
As you have done to us
Happy will he be
That takes and throws thy little ones against the stones
Happy will he be
Who takes and throws thy little ones against the stones