If I forget you, O Jerusalem, let my right hand forget its skill!

By the waters of Babylon, there we sat down and wept, when we remembered Zion. 

On the willows there we hung up our lyres.

For there our captors required of us songs,
and our tormentors, mirth, saying,

“Sing us one of the songs of Zion!”

How shall we sing the L-RD’s song in a foreign land?

If I forget you, O Jerusalem, let my right hand forget its skill!

Let my tongue stick to the roof of my mouth,
if I do not remember you,
if I do not set Jerusalem above my highest joy!

(Psalm 137:1-6)