8,6,8,6 ^1By Babel's streams we sat and wept, when Sion we thought on. ^2In midst thereof we hang'd our harps the willow-trees upon. ^3For there a song required they, who did us captive bring: Our spoilers call'd for mirth, and said, A song of Sion sing. ^4O how the Lord's song shall we sing within a foreign land? ^5If thee, Jerus'lem, I forget, skill part from my right hand. ^6My tongue to my mouth's roof let cleave, if I do thee forget, Jerusalem, and thee above my chief joy do not set. ^7Remember Edom's children, Lord, who in Jerus'lems day, Ev'n unto its foundation, Raze, raze it quite, did say. ^8O daughter thou of Babylon, near to destruction; Bless'd shall he be that thee rewards, as thou to us hast done. ^9Yea, happy surely shall he be thy tender little ones Who shall lay hold upon, and them shall dash against the stones. |