By the rivers of Babylon we sit down and weep when we remember Zion.

O daughter Babylon, soon to be devastated! How blessed will be the one who repays you for what you dished out to us!

I mention Rahab and Babylon to my followers. Here are Philistia and Tyre, along with Ethiopia. It is said of them, “This one was born there.”

On the poplars in her midst we hang our harps,

For the music director; written by the Korahites, a psalm. O Lord, you showed favor to your land; you restored the well-being of Jacob.

Remember, O Lord, what the Edomites did on the day Jerusalem fell. They said, “Tear it down, tear it down, right to its very foundation!”