Psalms 137

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

By the rivers of Babylon, There we sat down, yea, we wept, When we remembered Zion.

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

Upon the willows in the midst thereof We hanged up our harps.

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.

For there they that led us captive required of us songs, And they that wasted us [required of us] mirth, [saying], Sing us one of the songs of Zion.

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

How shall we sing Jehovah’s song In a foreign land?

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

If I forget thee, O Jerusalem, Let my right hand forget [her skill].

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.

Let my tongue cleave to the roof of my mouth, If I remember thee not; If I prefer not Jerusalem Above my chief joy.

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.

Remember, O Jehovah, against the children of Edom The day of Jerusalem; Who said, Rase it, rase it, Even to the foundation thereof.

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

O daughter of Babylon, that art to be destroyed, Happy shall he be, that rewardeth thee As thou hast served us.

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

Happy shall he be, that taketh and dasheth thy little ones Against the rock.