Psalm 137
There we sat down, yea, we wept,
When we remembered Zion.
We hanged up our harps.
And they that wasted us required of us mirth, saying,
Sing us one of the songs of Zion.
In a foreign land?
Let my right hand forget her skill.
If I remember thee not;
If I prefer not Jerusalem
Above my chief joy.
The day of Jerusalem;
Who said, Rase it, rase it,
Even to the foundation thereof.
Happy shall he be, that rewardeth thee
As thou hast served us.
Against the rock.