NAB

By the rivers of Babylon
there we sat weeping
when we remembered Zion.

On the poplars in its midst
we hung up our harps.

For there our captors asked us
for the words of a song;
Our tormentors, for joy:
“Sing for us a song of Zion!”

But how could we sing a song of the LORD
in a foreign land?

If I forget you, Jerusalem,
may my right hand forget.

May my tongue stick to my palate
if I do not remember you,
If I do not exalt Jerusalem
beyond all my delights.

Remember, LORD, against Edom
that day at Jerusalem.
They said: “Level it, level it
down to its foundations!”

Desolate Daughter Babylon, you shall be destroyed,
blessed the one who pays you back
what you have done us!

Blessed the one who seizes your children
and smashes them against the rock.