Salme 137

1 Ved Babels Floder, der sad vi og græd, når Zion randt os i hu.

By the rivers of Babylon we sat and wept when we remembered Zion.

2 Vi hængte vore Harper i Landets Pile.

There on the willows 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 requested a song; our tormentors demanded songs of joy: “Sing us a song of Zion.”

4 Hvor kan vi synge HERRENs Sange på 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 forget you, O Jerusalem, may my right hand cease to function.

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

May my tongue cling to the roof of my mouth if I do not remember you, if I do not exalt Jerusalem as my greatest joy!

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

Remember, O LORD, the sons of Edom on the day Jerusalem fell: “Destroy it,” they said, “tear it down to its foundations!”

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

O Daughter of Babylon, doomed to destruction, blessed is he who repays you as you have done to us.

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

Blessed is he who seizes your infants and dashes them against the rocks.