By the rivers far from home, on the silent willows we hung up our harps and wept, fearing what would follow. O Jerusalem, my home, if I dare forget you, let my right hand lose its strength-- if I dare forget you. There our captors taunted us, "Sing a song of Zion!" How could we sing praise to God in a foreign nation? O Jerusalem, my home, if I dare forget you, let my tongue refuse to sing-- if I dare forget you. By the rivers far from home, fearing death and danger, by the rivers we sat down in a land of strangers. O Jerusalem, my home, if I dare forget you, let my right hand lose its strength-- if I dare forget you.