Matt. 26:20-30)
On the willows, there
We hung up our lyres

For our captors there
Require
Of us songs

And our tormentors mirth
On the willows, there
We hung up our lyres

For our captors there
Require
Of us songs

And our tormentor's mirth
Saying
Sing us one

Of the songs of Sion
Sing us one
Of the songs of Sion

But how can we sing?
Sing the Lord's songs?
In a foreign land