By the waters of Babylon
all my hope was gone.
In front of me was the hell of exile at the setting sun
as the river of sorrow flowed on
As I looked on the blood filled way
losing the meaning of night and day
my mouth lost its power to pray
as I wept remembering my Temple in ruins, it lay
At that moment I knew the darkness of my Soul;
Shadows of memory enwrapped my inner cold,
there was no future to be foretold
all my Hope, to be stalled
By the waters of despair,
in sackcloth I ripped out my hair.
There was nothing left for me to care
even a dream or two I could not spare.
The blue river became dark and gray,
there, no more songs to play;
the weathered faces were Still, with nothing to say
for our Hope, They, the haters of G-d did slay.
By the waters of sorrow
I laid to sleep, dreaming of tomorrow
as the the bodies of my loved ones were eaten by the vulture and the crow.
But I will rise again and return to Zion upright and strong from head to toe
By the waters of exile
I trekked twenty centuries and endless mile
wandering the land of numerous gentile
who shackled me as an enemy, a demon, a hostile
The first time I stood by the Rivers of Zion
to return and jump in.
I recalled my Oath, “If I forget thee O Jerusalem, let my right hand lose it power”
I was tired, old, weak, broken but to hopelessness I would never cower
Now, by the Tomb of my King, David, I now stand like an everlasting Tower.