1 By the rivers of Babylon,
There we sat down, yea, we wept
When we remembered Zion.

2 We hung our harps
Upon the willows in the midst of it.

3 For there those who carried us away captive asked of us a song,
And those who ^aplundered us requested mirth,
Saying, “Sing us one of the songs of Zion!” ‡