Salme 137

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

By the rivers of Babylon [Confusion], there we sat down. Yes, we wept, when we remembered Zion [Mountain ridge, Marking].

2 Paa Vidierne i Landet havde vi hængt vore Harper.

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

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 led us captive asked us for songs. Those who tormented us demanded songs of joy: “Sing us one of the songs of Zion [Mountain ridge, Marking]!”

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

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

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

If I forget you, Jerusalem [City of peace], let my right hand forget its skill.

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

Let my tongue stick to the roof of my mouth if I don’t remember you; if I don’t prefer Jerusalem [City of peace] above my chief 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.‟

Remember, Adonai, against the children of Edom [Red], the day of Jerusalem [City of peace]; who said, “Raze it! Raze it even to its foundation!”

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

Daughter of Babylon [Confusion], doomed to destruction, he will be happy who rewards you, as you have served us.

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

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