Psal. CXXXVII

THe rivers on of Babilon there when we did sit down, Yea sadly then we mourned when we Sion thought upon. Our harps we did hang it amid upon the willow-tree, Because there they that us away led in captivity.

Requir'd of us a song, and thus askt mirth, us wast who laid. Sing us among a Sions song, then unto us they said. O how shall we whilst that we be in strangers land accord To sing a song that doth belong unto our God the Lord.

If I of thee forgetful be O thou Jerusalem, Let my right-hand of her command be quite forgetful then Let cleave my tongue my palate on if mind thee do not I: If choice joys o're I mind not more Jerusalem my joy.

Remember, Lord, to Edoms sons; unto the ground said they, It raze, it raze, when as it was Jerusalem her day. Blest shall he be that payeth thee daughter of Babilon, Which must be waste that which thou hast rewarded us upon.

Yea happy he, shall surely be that strongly up doth take Thy little ones, and 'gainst the stones doth them in pieces break.