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, yes, we wept, when we remembered Zion.

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

We hanged our harps on the willows in the middle 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.

For there they that carried us away captive required of us a song; 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 the LORD’s song 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 you, O Jerusalem, let my right hand forget her cunning.

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 you, let my tongue stick to the roof of my mouth; 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 LORD, the children of Edom in the day of Jerusalem; who said, Raze it, raze 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, who are to be destroyed; happy shall he be, that rewards you as you have served us.

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

Happy shall he be, that takes and dashes your little ones against the stones.