Salme 137

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

By the rivers of Babylon, there we sat down, yea, we wept, when we remembered Zion.

2 Vi hængte vore Harper i Landets Pile.

Upon the willows in the midst thereof we hanged up our harps.

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 led us captive asked of us words of song, and our tormentors asked of us mirth: 'Sing us one of the songs of Zion.'

4 Hvor kan vi synge HERRENS Sange paa fremmed Grund?

How shall we sing the LORD'S song in a foreign land?

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

If I forget thee, O Jerusalem, let my right hand forget her cunning.

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

Let my tongue cleave to the roof of my mouth, if I remember thee not; if I set not Jerusalem above my chiefest joy.

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

Remember, O LORD, against the children of Edom the day of Jerusalem; who said: 'Rase it, rase it, even to the foundation thereof.'

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

O daughter of Babylon, that art to be destroyed; happy shall he be, that repayeth thee as thou hast served us.

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

Happy shall he be, that taketh and dasheth thy little ones against the rock.