| Joseph Friedlander, comp. The Standard Book of Jewish Verse. 1917. | | | | Psalm CXXVI | | By I. R. B. |
| | | WHEN Zion’s dire captivity | |
| The Lord had turned once more, | |
| And we, like those who dream amazed | |
| Could scarce believe it o’er, | |
| Then was our mouth with laughter filled | 5 |
| Our tongue with song too, fraught; | |
| Then said the heathen Lo! the Lord | |
| For them great things hath wrought! | |
| The Lord hath done great things for us, | |
| At which we are elate. | 10 |
| Turn, as the southern streams, again, | |
| O Lord! our captive state. | |
| Who sow in tears, shall reap in joy, | |
| And he that wand’ring grieves, | |
| Yet bearing precious seeds, ere long, | 15 |
| Shall with the joyous voice of song, | |
| Come laden with his sheaves. | | | | |
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