By the rivers of Bbylon - there we sat and also wept when we remembered Zion. On the willows within we hung our lyres. For there our captors requested words of song from us, with lyres joyous, 'Sing for from Zion's song!" How can we sing the song of G-d upon the alien's soil" If I forget you, O Jerusalem, let my right hand forget its skill. Let my toung adhere to my palate if I fail recall you, if I fail to elevate Jerusalem above my foremost joy. Remember, G-d, for the offspring of Edom, the day of Jerusalem - for those who say 'Destroy! Destroy! to its very foundation.' O violated daughter of Babylon -- praseworthy is he who repays you in accordance with the manner that you treated us. Praseworthy is he who will clutch and dash your infants against the rock.