< 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 thereof, hanged we our lyres:
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 asked of us words of song, and our plunderers—gladness, —Sing us of the songs of Zion!
4 Hvor kan vi synge HERRENs Sange på fremmed Grund?
How shall we sing the song of Yahweh, on a foreign soil?
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 cleave to the roof of my mouth, if I do not remember thee! if I do not lift up Jerusalem above the head of mine own gladness.
7 HERRE, ihukom Edoms Sønner for Jerusalems Dag, at de råbte: "Nedbryd, nedbryd lige til Grunden!"
Remember, O Yahweh, against the sons of Edom, the day of Jerusalem, —how they continued to say—Overthrow! Overthrow! unto the foundation within it.
8 Du Babels Datter, du Ødelægger! Salig den, der gengælder dig, hvad du gjorde imod os!
O ruined daughter of Babylon, —how happy the man who shall repay thee thy dealing, wherewith thou didst deal with us!
9 Salig den, der griber dine spæde og knuser dem mod Klippen!
How happy the man who shall snatch away and dash thy children against the crag.