Psalms 137

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

Psalmus David, Ieremiæ. Super flumina Babylonis, illic sedimus et flevimus: cum recordaremur Sion:

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

In salicibus in medio eius, suspendimus organa nostra.

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.

Quia illic interrogaverunt nos, qui captivos duxerunt nos, verba cantionum: Et qui abduxerunt nos: Hymnum cantate nobis de canticis Sion.

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

Quomodo cantabimus canticum Domini in terra aliena?

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

Si oblitus fuero tui Ierusalem, oblivioni detur dextera mea.

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.

Adhæreat lingua mea faucibus meis, si non meminero tui: Si non proposuero Ierusalem, in principio lætitiæ meæ.

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.

Memor esto Domine filiorum Edom, in die Ierusalem: Qui dicunt: Exinanite, exinanite usque ad fundamentum in ea.

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

Filia Babylonis misera: beatus, qui retribuet tibi retributionem tuam, quam retribuisti nobis.

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

Beatus, qui tenebit, et allidet parvulos tuos ad petram.