Psalms 137

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

Ob babilonskih rekah, tam smo se usedli; da, jokali smo, ko smo se spominjali Siona.

2 There on the willows we hung our harps,

Svoje harfe smo obesili na vrbe v njegovi sredi.

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

Kajti tam so tisti, ki so nas odvedli proč ujete, od nas zahtevali pesem in tisti, ki so nas opustošili, so od nas zahtevali veselje, rekoč: »Zapojte nam eno izmed sionskih pesmi.«

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

Kako naj bi v tuji deželi peli Gospodovo pesem?

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

Če jaz pozabim tebe, oh Jeruzalem, naj moja desnica pozabi svojo spretnost.

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!

Če se te jaz ne spomnim, naj se moj jezik prilepi k nebu mojih ust, če ne povišam Jeruzalema nad svojo glavno radost.

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

Spomni se, oh Gospod, na Jeruzalemov dan otrok Edóma, ki so rekli: »Izbrišite ga, izbrišite ga, celo do njegovih temeljev.«

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

Oh hči babilonska, ki boš uničena, srečen bo tisti, ki te poplača, kakor si nam ti služila.

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

Srečen bo tisti, ki zgrabi in trešči tvoje malčke ob kamne.