Salme 137

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

A Psalm of David: to Jeremiah. Above the rivers of Babylon, there we sat and wept, while we remembered Zion.

2 Paa Vidierne i Landet havde vi hængt vore Harper.

By the willow trees, in their midst, we hung up our instruments.

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, in that place, those who led us into captivity questioned us about the words of the songs. And those who carried us away said: “Sing us a hymn from the songs of Zion.”

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

How can we sing a song of the Lord in a foreign land?

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

If I ever forget you, Jerusalem, let my right hand be forgotten.

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

May my tongue adhere to my jaws, if I do not remember you, if I do not set Jerusalem first, as the beginning of my joy.

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, call to mind the sons of Edom, in the day of Jerusalem, who say: “Despoil it, despoil it, even to its foundation.”

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

O daughter of Babylon, have pity. Blessed is he who will repay you with your payment, which you have paid to us.

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

Blessed is he who will take hold of your little ones and dash them against the rock.