By the waters of Babylon (Dvořák Antonín)

By the waters of Babylon, there we sat us down and wept when we remember'd thee, o Zion. As for our harps, we hanged them up on the willow trees. For they that had brought us to misery asked of us a joyful song. Yea, they did speak to us with mocking words: "Sing us now, sing us one of the songs of Zion!" Then we did answer: "How can we sing to you, how can we sing our glad songs in a strange land?" Jerusalem, if I should for get thee, O, Jerusalem, then, then let my right hand forget her cunning.