yea, wept, when we did mind Zion.
The willows that amidst it be
our harps we hanged them upon.
For songs of us there ask did they
that had us captive led along;
and mirth, they that us heaps did lay
Sing unto us some Zion’s song!
Within a forreyn-people’s land?
Ierusalem, if I doo thee
forget: forget let my right hand.,
Cleav let my tongue to my palat,
if I doo not in mind thee bear:
if I Ierusalem doo not,
Above my chiefest joy, prefer!