Psalms 137

1 By the rivers of Babylon, there we sat down, yea, we wept when we remembered Zion.

By the rivers of Babylon we were seated, weeping at the memory of Zion,

2 Upon the willows in the midst of it we hung up our harps.

Hanging our instruments of music on the trees by the waterside.

3 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.

For there those who had taken us prisoners made request for a song; and those who had taken away all we had gave us orders to be glad, saying, Give us one of the songs of Zion.

4 How shall we sing Jehovah's song in a foreign land?

How may we give the Lord's song in a strange land?

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

If I keep not your memory, O Jerusalem, let not my right hand keep the memory of its art.

6 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.

If I let you go out of my thoughts, and if I do not put Jerusalem before my greatest joy, let my tongue be fixed to the roof of my mouth.

7 Remember, O Jehovah, the day of Jerusalem against the sons of Edom, who said, Raze it, raze it, even to the foundation thereof.

O Lord, keep in mind against the children of Edom the day of Jerusalem; how they said, Let it be uncovered, uncovered even to its base.

8 O daughter of Babylon, who is to be destroyed, happy shall he be who rewards thee as thou have served us.

O daughter of Babylon, whose fate is destruction; happy is the man who does to you what you have done to us.

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

Happy is the man who takes your little ones, crushing them against the rocks.