By the rivers of Babylon, there we sat down, yea, we wept, when we remembered Zion.   Upon the willows in the midst thereof we hanged up our harps.   For there they that led us captive asked of us words of song, and our tormentors asked of us mirth: “Sing us one of the songs of Zion”.   How shall we sing the Lord’s song in a foreign land?   If I forget thee, O Jerusalem, let my right hand forget her cunning.   Let my tongue cleave to the roof of my mouth, if I remember thee not; if I set not Jerusalem above my chiefest joy.more