Salme 137

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

When we sat down by the rivers of Babylon we wept as we remembered Zion.

2 Paa Vidierne i Landet havde vi hængt vore Harper.

We hung up our harps on the willow trees.

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 those who had taken us captive asked us for a song—our tormentors wanted us to sing a happy song from Jerusalem.

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

But how could we sing a song dedicated to the Lord in a pagan land?

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

If I forget Jerusalem, may my right hand forget how to play;

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 stick to the roof of my mouth if I don't remember you—if I don't consider Jerusalem my greatest 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.‟

Lord, please remember what the people of Edom did on the day Jerusalem fell, the ones who said “Tear it down! Destroy it down to its foundations!”

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

Daughter of Babylon, you will be destroyed! Happy is the one who pays you back, who does to you what you did to us!

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

Happy is the one who grabs your children and smashes them against the rocks!