Salme 137

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

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

2 Vi hængte vore Harper i Landets Pile.

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

3 Thi de, der havde bortført os, bad os synge, vore Bødler bad os være glade: »Syng 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 Hvor kan vi synge HERRENS Sange paa fremmed Grund?

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

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

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

6 Min Tunge hænge ved Ganen, om ikke jeg ihukommer dig, om ikke jeg sætter 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, ihukom Edoms Sønner for Jerusalems Dag, at de raabte: »Nedbryd, nedbryd lige til Grunden!«

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

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

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

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