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 Lords 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.