Psalms 137

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

Upon the rivers of Babylon, there we sat and wept: when we remembered Sion:

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

On the willows in the midst thereof we hung up our instruments.

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 into captivity required of us the words of songs. And they that carried us away, said: Sing ye to us a hymn of the songs of Sion.

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

How shall we sing the song of the Lord in a strange 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 be forgotten.

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 my jaws, if I do not remember thee: If I make not Jerusalem the beginning of my 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 Lord, the children of Edom, in the day of Jerusalem: Who say: 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, miserable: blessed shall he be who shall repay thee thy payment which thou hast paid us.

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

Blessed be he that shall take and dash thy little ones against the rock.