Salme 137

1 Ved Babylons Floder, der sad vi, og vi græd, naar vi kom Zion i Hu.

By the rivers of Babylon we were seated, weeping at the memory of Zion,

2 Paa Vidierne i Landet havde vi hængt vore Harper.

Hanging our instruments of music on the trees by the waterside.

3 Thi der begærede de, som holdt os fangne, at vi skulde synge; og de, som plagede os, begærede, at vi skulde være glade: „Synger for os af Zions Sange!‟

For there those who had taken us prisoners made request for a song; and those who had taken away all we had gave us orders to be glad, saying, Give us one of the songs of Zion.

4 Hvorledes skulde vi synge Herrens Sang i et fremmed Land?

How may we give the Lord's song in a strange land?

5 Dersom jeg glemmer dig, Jerusalem, da glemme mig min højre Haand!

If I keep not your memory, O Jerusalem, let not my right hand keep the memory of its art.

6 Min Tunge hænge ved min Gane, hvis jeg ikke kommer dig i Hu, hvis jeg ikke ophøjer Jerusalem over min højeste Glæde.

If I let you go out of my thoughts, and if I do not put Jerusalem before my greatest joy, let my tongue be fixed to the roof of my mouth.

7 Herre! kom Edoms Børn i Hu efter, hvad de gjorde paa Jerusalems Dag, da de sagde: „Gører bart, gører bart indtil Grundvolden i den.‟

O Lord, keep in mind against the children of Edom the day of Jerusalem; how they said, Let it be uncovered, uncovered even to its base.

8 Babels Datter, du ødelagte! lyksalig den, som betaler dig din Løn for, hvad du lønnede os med.

O daughter of Babylon, whose fate is destruction; happy is the man who does to you what you have done to us.

9 Lyksalig den, som griber og knuser dine spæde Børn imod Klippen.

Happy is the man who takes your little ones, crushing them against the rocks.