By the waters of Babylon We sit down and weep, Far from the pleasant land Where our fathers sleep; Far from our Holy Place From which the Glory is gone; We sit in dust and weep By the waters of Babylon. By the waters of Babylon The willow trees grow rank: We hang our harps thereon Silent upon the bank. Before us the days are dark, And dark the days that are gone; We grope in the very dark By the waters of Babylon. By the waters of Babylon We thirst for Jordan yet, We pine for Jerusalem Whereon our hearts are set: Our priests defiled and slain, Our princes ashamed and gone, Oh how should we forget By the waters of Babylon? By the waters of Babylon Tho' the wicked grind the just, Our seed shall yet strike root And shall shoot up from the dust: The captive shall lead captive, The slave rise up and begone, And thou too shalt sit in dust O daughter of Babylon.
- by Christina Georgina Rossetti (1830 - 1894), "By the Waters of Babylon", subtitle: "By the Waters of Babylon" [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive)
- by Simon Sargon (b. 1938), "By the Waters of Babylon", 1982 [ low voice and piano ], from Bitter for Sweet, no. 6 [sung text not yet checked]
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