Psalm

 2 Upon the poplar trees in her* midst,

We hung our harps.+

 3 For there our captors asked us for a song,+

Those mocking us wanted amusement:

 4 How can we sing the song of Jehovah

On foreign soil?

 5 If I should forget you, O Jerusalem,

Let my right hand be forgetful.*+

 6 Let my tongue stick to my palate

If I do not remember you,

If I do not place Jerusalem above

My greatest reasons for rejoicing.+

 7 Remember, O Jehovah,

What the Eʹdom·ites said on the day Jerusalem fell:

 8 O daughter of Babylon, who is soon to be devastated,+

Happy will be the one who rewards you

With the treatment you inflicted on us.+

 9 Happy will be the one who seizes your children

And dashes them against the rocks.+