Salme 137

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

By the waters of Babylon there we sat, and we wept at the thought of Zion.

2 Vi hængte vore Harper i Landets Pile.

There on the poplars we hung 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 our captors called for a song: our tormentors, rejoicing, saying: “Sing us one of the songs of Zion.”

4 Hvor kan vi synge HERRENS Sange paa fremmed Grund?

How can we sing the Lord’s song in the foreigner’s land?

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

If I forget you, Jerusalem, may my right hand wither.

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

May my tongue stick to the roof of my mouth, if I am unmindful of you, or don’t set Jerusalem above my chief joy.

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

Remember the Edomites, Lord, the day of Jerusalem’s fall, when they said, “Lay her bare, lay her bare, right down to her very foundation.”

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

Babylon, despoiler, happy are those who pay you back for all you have done to us.

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

Happy are they who seize and dash your children against the rocks.