Psalmi 137

1 Na obali rijeka babilonskih sjeđasmo i plakasmo spominjući se Siona;

By the rivers of Babylon, there we sat down. Yes, we wept, when we remembered Zion.

2 o vrbe naokolo harfe svoje bijasmo povješali.

On the willows in that land, we hung up our harps.

3 I tada naši tamničari zaiskaše od nas da pjevamo, porobljivači naši zaiskaše da se veselimo: “Pjevajte nam pjesmu sionsku!”

For there, those who led us captive asked us for songs. Those who tormented us demanded songs of joy: “Sing us one of the songs of Zion!”

4 Kako da pjesmu Jahvinu pjevamo u zemlji tuđinskoj!

How can we sing Yahweh’s song in a foreign land?

5 Nek' se osuši desnica moja, Jeruzaleme, ako tebe zaboravim!

If I forget you, Jerusalem, let my right hand forget its skill.

6 Nek' mi se jezik za nepce prilijepi ako spomen tvoj smetnem ja ikada, ako ne stavim Jeruzalem vrh svake radosti svoje!

Let my tongue stick to the roof of my mouth if I don’t remember you, if I don’t prefer Jerusalem above my chief joy.

7 Ne zaboravi, Jahve, sinovima Edoma kako su u dan kobni Jeruzalemov vikali oni: “Rušite! Srušite ga do temelja!”

Remember, Yahweh, against the children of Edom in the day of Jerusalem, who said, “Raze it! Raze it even to its foundation!”

8 Kćeri babilonska, pustošiteljice, blažen koji ti vrati milo za drago za sva zla što si nam ih nanijela!

Daughter of Babylon, doomed to destruction, he will be happy who repays you, as you have done to us.

9 Blažen koji zgrabi i smrska o stijenu tvoju dojenčad!

Happy shall he be, who takes and dashes your little ones against the rock.