Salme 137

1 Ved Babels Floder, der sad vi og græd, når 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 of it we hung 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 those who led us captive required of us songs, and those who wasted us, mirth, saying, Sing for us one of the songs of Zion.

4 Hvor kan vi synge HERRENs Sange på fremmed Grund?

How shall we sing Jehovah'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.

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

Let my tongue cling to the roof of my mouth, if I do not remember thee, if I do not prefer Jerusalem above my chief joy.

7 HERRE, ihukom Edoms Sønner for Jerusalems Dag, at de råbte: "Nedbryd, nedbryd lige til Grunden!"

Remember, O Jehovah, the day of Jerusalem against the sons of Edom, who said, Raze it, raze 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, who is to be destroyed, happy shall he be who rewards thee as thou have served us.

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

Happy shall he be who takes and dashes thy little ones against the rock.