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

“(For you know how we lived in the land of Egypt and how we crossed through the nations as we traveled.

If we go into the city, we’ll die of starvation, and if we stay here we’ll die! So come on, let’s defect to the Syrian camp! If they spare us, we’ll live; if they kill us – well, we were going to die anyway.”