“cAl naharoth babel sham yashavnu gam-bakinu… Im eshkahek Yerushalaim tishkah y’mini….” “You sang that the other night, did you not?” asked Holmes. “What is it?” “A psalm, one of the more powerful Hebrew songs, full of sibilants and gutturals.” I translated it for him. “By the waters of Babylon, where we lay down and wept when we remembered Zion…We hung up our lyres, for our captors required songs of us, and our tormentors demanded mirth. How can we sing the Lord’s song in a strange land? If I forget you, Jerusalem, may my right hand wither, May my tongue cleave to the roof of my mouth, if I
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