Psalms 137

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

By the riuers of Babel we sate, and there wee wept, when we remembred Zion.

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

Wee hanged our harpes vpon the willowes in the middes thereof.

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.

Then they that ledde vs captiues, required of vs songs and mirth, when wee had hanged vp our harpes, saying, Sing vs one of the songs of Zion.

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

Howe shall we sing, said we, a 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 Ierusalem, let my right hand forget to play.

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.

If I do not remember thee, let my tongue cleaue to the roofe of my mouth: yea, if I preferre not Ierusalem to my chiefe ioy.

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 the children of Edom, O Lord, in the day of Ierusalem, which saide, Rase it, rase it 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 Babel, worthy to be destroyed, blessed shall he be that rewardeth thee, as thou hast serued vs.

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

Blessed shall he be that taketh and dasheth thy children against the stones.