Psalms 137

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

Ved Babels Floder, der sad vi og græd, naar Zion randt os i Hu.

2 There on the willows we hung our harps,

Vi hængte vore Harper i Landets Pile.

3 for there our captors requested a song; our tormentors demanded songs of joy: “Sing us a song of Zion.”

Thi de, der havde bortført os, bad os synge, vore Bødler bad os være glade: »Syng os af Zions Sange!«

4 How can we sing a song of the LORD in a foreign land?

Hvor kan vi synge HERRENS Sange paa fremmed Grund?

5 If I forget you, O Jerusalem, may my right hand cease to function.

Jerusalem, glemmer jeg dig, da visne min højre!

6 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!

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

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

HERRE, ihukom Edoms Sønner for Jerusalems Dag, at de raabte: »Nedbryd, nedbryd lige til Grunden!«

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

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

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

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