Psalms 137

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

Ob rekah Babilonskih, ondi smo sedeli ter jokali, spominjajoč se Sijona.

2 There on the willows we hung our harps,

Na vrbe v deželi obesili smo strune svoje,

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

Dasì so tam hoteli od nas veselih pesmi, ki so nas odpeljavali vjete, in ki so mučili nas govoreč: Pojte nam katero pesmi Sijonskih.

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

Kako bi bili peli pesem Gospodovo v tujcev deželi?

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

Če pozabim tebe, Jeruzalem, pozabi naj se 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!

Jezik moj naj se mi prijemlje neba, ako se ne spominjam tebe, ako ne povzdigujem Jeruzalema nad glavo radosti svoje.

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, Gospod, zoper Edomejce dneva Jeruzalemskega; kateri so rekli: "Razvalite, razvalite; dokler bode kaj podzidja v njem!"

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

Rod Babilonski naj se pokončá; blagor mu, kdor ti bode povrnil hudodelstvo, katero si nam storil.

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

Blagor, kdor zgrabi in razdrobi otroke tvoje ob skalo!