Psalms 137:1-5

By the rivers of Babylon, There we sat down and wept, When we remembered Zion.

Upon the willows in the midst of it We hung our harps.

For there our captors demanded of us songs, And our tormentors, jubilation, saying, “Sing for us one of the songs of Zion!”

How can we sing the Lord’s song In a foreign land?

If I forget you, Jerusalem, May my right hand forget its skill.