Psalms 137

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

Na obali rijeka babilonskih sjeđasmo i plakasmo spominjući se Siona;

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

o vrbe naokolo harfe svoje bijasmo povješali.

3 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.

I tada naši tamničari zaiskaše od nas da pjevamo, porobljivači naši zaiskaše da se veselimo: “Pjevajte nam pjesmu sionsku!”

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

Kako da pjesmu Jahvinu pjevamo u zemlji tuđinskoj!

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

Nek' se osuši desnica moja, Jeruzaleme, ako tebe zaboravim!

6 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.

Nek' mi se jezik za nepce prilijepi ako spomen tvoj smetnem ja ikada, ako ne stavim Jeruzalem vrh svake radosti svoje!

7 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.

Ne zaboravi, Jahve, sinovima Edoma kako su u dan kobni Jeruzalemov vikali oni: “Rušite! Srušite ga do temelja!”

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

Kćeri babilonska, pustošiteljice, blažen koji ti vrati milo za drago za sva zla što si nam ih nanijela!

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

Blažen koji zgrabi i smrska o stijenu tvoju dojenčad!