There on the poplars we hung our harps,
Will no one rid me of this turbulent priest?Henry II of England
for there our captors asked us for songs, our tormentors demanded songs of joy; they said, “Sing us one of the songs of Zion!”Psalm 137:3 NIV
By the rivers of Babylon we sat and wept when we remembered Zion.Psalm 137:1 NIV