Psalms 137

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

An den Wassern zu Babel saßen wir und weineten, wenn wir an Zion gedachten.

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

Unsere Harfen hingen wir an die Weiden, die drinnen sind.

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.

Denn daselbst hießen uns singen, die uns gefangen hielten, und in unserm Heulen fröhlich sein: Lieber, singet uns ein Lied von Zion!

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

Wie sollten wir des HERRN Lied singen in fremden Landen?

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

Vergesse ich dein, Jerusalem, so werde meiner Rechten vergessen!

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.

Meine Zunge müsse an meinem Gaumen kleben, wo ich dein nicht gedenke, wo ich nicht lasse Jerusalem meine höchste Freude sein.

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.

HERR, gedenke der Kinder Edom am Tage Jerusalems, die da sagen: Rein ab, rein ab, bis auf ihren Boden!

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

Du verstörte Tochter Babel, wohl dem, der dir vergelte, wie du uns getan hast!

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

Wohl dem, der deine jungen Kinder nimmt und zerschmettert sie an den Stein!