Salme 137

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

Upon the rivers of Babylon, there we sat and wept: when we remembered Sion:

2 Vi hængte vore Harper i Landets Pile.

On the willows in the midst thereof we hung up our instruments.

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 into captivity required of us the words of songs. And they that carried us away, said: Sing ye to us a hymn of the songs of Sion.

4 Hvor kan vi synge HERRENs Sange på fremmed Grund?

How shall we sing the song of the Lord in a strange land?

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

If I forget thee, O Jerusalem, let my right hand be forgotten.

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 my jaws, if I do not remember thee: If I make not Jerusalem the beginning of my joy.

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

Remember, O Lord, the children of Edom, in the day of Jerusalem: Who say: 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, miserable: blessed shall he be who shall repay thee thy payment which thou hast paid us.

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

Blessed be he that shall take and dash thy little ones against the rock.