137 By the rivers of Babylon we sat down;
    there we wept when we remembered Zion.
² On the willows near by
    we hung up our harps.

³ Those who captured us told us to sing;
    they told us to entertain them:
    “Sing us a song about Zion.”

⁶ May I never be able to sing again
    if I do not remember you,
    if I do not think of you as my greatest joy!