1  By the waters of Babylon we sat down and wept, ♦︎
   when we remembered Zion.
2  As for our lyres, we hung them up ♦︎
   on the willows that grow in that land.
3  For there our captors asked for a song,
      our tormentors called for mirth: ♦︎
   ‘Sing us one of the songs of Zion.’
4  How shall we sing the Lord’s song ♦︎
   in a strange land?
5  If I forget you, O Jerusalem, ♦︎
   let my right hand forget its skill.
6  Let my tongue cleave to the roof of my mouth
      if I do not remember you, ♦︎
   if I set not Jerusalem above my highest joy.
7  Remember, O Lord, against the people of Edom
      the day of Jerusalem, ♦︎
   how they said, ‘Down with it, down with it,
      even to the ground.’
8  O daughter of Babylon, doomed to destruction, ♦︎
   happy the one who repays you
      for all you have done to us;
9  Who takes your little ones, ♦︎
   and dashes them against the rock.

1  I will give thanks to you, O Lord, with my whole heart; ♦︎
   before the gods will I sing praise to you.
2  I will bow down towards your holy temple and praise your name,
      because of your love and faithfulness; ♦︎
   for you have glorified your name
      and your word above all things.
3  In the day that I called to you, you answered me; ♦︎
   you put new strength in my soul.
4  All the kings of the earth shall praise you, O Lord, ♦︎
   for they have heard the words of your mouth.
5  They shall sing of the ways of the Lord, ♦︎
   that great is the glory of the Lord.
6  Though the Lord be high, he watches over the lowly; ♦︎
   as for the proud, he regards them from afar.
7  Though I walk in the midst of trouble,
      you will preserve me; ♦︎
   you will stretch forth your hand against the fury of my enemies;
      your right hand will save me.
8  The Lord shall make good his purpose for me; ♦︎
   your loving-kindness, O Lord, endures for ever;
      forsake not the work of your hands.

1  I cry aloud to the Lord; ♦︎
   to the Lord I make my supplication.
2  I pour out my complaint before him ♦︎
   and tell him of my trouble.
3  When my spirit faints within me, you know my path; ♦︎
   in the way wherein I walk have they laid a snare for me.
4  I look to my right hand, and find no one who knows me; ♦︎
   I have no place to flee to, and no one cares for my soul.
5  I cry out to you, O Lord, and say: ♦︎
   ‘You are my refuge, my portion in the land of the living.
6  ‘Listen to my cry, for I am brought very low; ♦︎
   save me from my persecutors, for they are too strong for me.
7  ‘Bring my soul out of prison,
      that I may give thanks to your name; ♦︎
   when you have dealt bountifully with me,
      then shall the righteous gather around me.’