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, yes, we wept, when we remembered Zion.

2 Vi hængte vore Harper i Landets Pile.

We hung our harps upon 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 carried us away captive required of us a song; and they that wasted us [required of us] mirth, [saying], 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 skill].

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

If I do not remember thee, let my tongue cleave to the roof of my mouth; if I prefer not Jerusalem above my chief 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, Raze [it], raze [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, who art to be destroyed; happy [shall he be], that rewardeth 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 stones.