Psalms 137:2-6

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.

May my tongue cling to the roof of my mouth If I do not remember you, If I do not exalt Jerusalem Above my chief joy.