BSB(i)
1 By the rivers of Babylon we sat and wept when we remembered Zion.
2 There on the willows we hung our harps,
3 for there our captors requested a song; our tormentors demanded songs of joy: “Sing us a song of Zion.”
4 How can we sing a song of the LORD in a foreign land?
5 If I forget you, O Jerusalem, may my right hand cease to function.