Psalms 137:2-6

²There on the poplars we hung our harps.

³For there our captors called for a song: our tormentors, rejoicing, saying: “Sing us one of the songs of Zion.”

⁴How can we sing the Lord's song in the foreigner's land?

⁵If I forget you, Jerusalem, may my right hand wither.

⁶May my tongue stick to the roof of my mouth, if I am unmindful of you, or don't set Jerusalem above my chief joy.