Psalms 137:2-9

²We hanged our harps Upon the willows in the midst thereof.

³For there they that carried us away captive required of us a song; And they that wasted us required of us mirth, Saying, Sing us one of the songs of Zion.

⁴How shall we sing the Lord’s song In a strange land?

⁵If I forget thee, O Jerusalem, Let my right hand forget her cunning.

⁶If I do not remember thee, Let my tongue cleave to the roof of my mouth; If I prefer not Jerusalem above my chief joy.

⁷Remember, O Lord, the children of Edom in the day of Jerusalem; Who said, Rase it, rase it, even to the foundation thereof.

⁸O daughter of Babylon, who art to be destroyed; Happy shall he be, that rewardeth thee As thou hast served us.

⁹Happy shall he be that taketh And dasheth thy little ones against the stones.