By the rivers of Babylon
There we sat down and wept.
Yea we wept
When we remembered Zion.
We hanged our harps upon the willows
In the midst thereof,
For they that carried us away captive
Required of us a song.
And they that wasted us required of us mirth, saying,
Sing us one of the songs of Zion.
How shall we sing the Lord’s song in a strange land?

(from Psalm 137)