'Down, down with Sion to the dust,'
The sons of Edom cried.
"Hear, hear O Lord these sons of spight,
Nor let thy anger sleep,
Let their own wishes on them light,
In turn let Edom weep.
"Blest is the man whose fated host
Shall Babylon surround,
Who shall destroy her impious boast,
And raze her to the ground.