Psalms 137

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

Ob rekah Babilonskih, ondi smo sedeli ter jokali, spominjajoč se Sijona.

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

Na vrbe v deželi obesili smo strune svoje,

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.

Dasì so tam hoteli od nas veselih pesmi, ki so nas odpeljavali vjete, in ki so mučili nas govoreč: Pojte nam katero pesmi Sijonskih.

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

Kako bi bili peli pesem Gospodovo v tujcev deželi?

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

Če pozabim tebe, Jeruzalem, pozabi naj se desnica moja.

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.

Jezik moj naj se mi prijemlje neba, ako se ne spominjam tebe, ako ne povzdigujem Jeruzalema nad glavo radosti svoje.

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.

Spomni se, Gospod, zoper Edomejce dneva Jeruzalemskega; kateri so rekli: "Razvalite, razvalite; dokler bode kaj podzidja v njem!"

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

Rod Babilonski naj se pokončá; blagor mu, kdor ti bode povrnil hudodelstvo, katero si nam storil.

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

Blagor, kdor zgrabi in razdrobi otroke tvoje ob skalo!