Psalms 137

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

Na vodama Vavilonskim sjeðasmo i plakasmo opominjuæi se Siona.

2 There on the willows we hung our harps,

O vrbama sred njega vješasmo harfe svoje.

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

Ondje iskahu koji nas zarobiše da pjevamo, i koji nas oboriše da se veselimo: “pjevajte nam pjesmu Sionsku.”

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

Kako æemo pjevati pjesmu Gospodnju u zemlji tuðoj?

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

Ako zaboravim tebe, Jerusalime, neka me zaboravi desnica moja.

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!

Neka prione jezik moj za usta moja, ako tebe ne uspamtim, ako ne uzdržim Jerusalima svrh veselja svojega.

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

Napomeni, Gospode, sinovima Edomovijem dan Jerusalimski, kad govoriše: raskopajte, raskopajte ga do temelja.

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

Kæeri Vavilonska, krvnico, blago onome ko ti plati za djelo koje si nama uèinila!

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

Blago onome koji uzme i razbije djecu tvoju o kamen.