Psalms 137:2-6

²Upon the willows in her midst had we hung up our harps.

³For there our captors demanded of us the words of song; and those that mocked us, joy, saying, Sing for us one of the songs of Zion.

⁴How should we sing the song of the Lord on the soil of the stranger?

⁵If I forget thee, O Jerusalem, may my right hand forget—.

⁶May my tongue cleave to my palate if I do not remember thee: if I recall not Jerusalem at the head of my joy.