Salme 137

1 Ved Babels Floder, der sad vi og græd, naar Zion randt os i Hu.

For David, [a Psalm] of Jeremias. By the rivers of Babylon, there we sat; and wept when we remembered Sion.

2 Vi hængte vore Harper i Landets Pile.

We hung our harps on the willows in the midst of it.

3 Thi de, der havde bortført os, bad os synge, vore Bødler bad os være glade: »Syng os af Zions Sange!«

For there they that had taken us captive asked of us the words of a song; and they that had carried us away [asked] a hymn, [saying], Sing us [one] of the songs of Sion.

4 Hvor kan vi synge HERRENS Sange paa fremmed Grund?

How should we sing the Lord's song in a strange land?

5 Jerusalem, glemmer jeg dig, da visne min højre!

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

6 Min Tunge hænge ved Ganen, om ikke jeg ihukommer dig, om ikke jeg sætter Jerusalem over min højeste Glæde!

May my tongue cleave to my throat, if I do not remember you; if I do not prefer Jerusalem as the chief of my joy.

7 HERRE, ihukom Edoms Sønner for Jerusalems Dag, at de raabte: »Nedbryd, nedbryd lige til Grunden!«

Remember, O Lord, the children of Edom in the day of Jerusalem; who said, Rase [it], rase [it], even to its foundations.

8 Du Babels Datter, du Ødelægger! Salig den, der gengælder dig, hvad du gjorde imod os!

Wretched daughter of Babylon! blessed [shall he be] who shall reward you as you have rewarded us.

9 Salig den, der griber dine spæde og knuser dem mod Klippen!

Blessed [shall he be] who shall seize and dash your infants against the rock.