Psalms 137

1 A Psalm of David: to Jeremiah. Above the rivers of Babylon, there we sat and wept, while we remembered Zion.

2 By the willow trees, in their midst, we hung up our instruments.

3 For, in that place, those who led us into captivity questioned us about the words of the songs. And those who carried us away said: “Sing us a hymn from the songs of Zion.”

4 How can we sing a song of the Lord in a foreign land?

5 If I ever forget you, Jerusalem, let my right hand be forgotten.

6 May my tongue adhere to my jaws, if I do not remember you, if I do not set Jerusalem first, as the beginning of my joy.

7 O Lord, call to mind the sons of Edom, in the day of Jerusalem, who say: “Despoil it, despoil it, even to its foundation.”

8 O daughter of Babylon, have pity. Blessed is he who will repay you with your payment, which you have paid to us.

9 Blessed is he who will take hold of your little ones and dash them against the rock.