Psalms 137

1 By the rivers of Babylon, there we sat down; yea, we wept when we remembered Zion.

Ved Babels Floder, der sad vi og græd, naar Zion randt os i Hu.

2 We hanged our harps upon the willows in the midst thereof.

Vi hængte vore Harper i Landets Pile.

3 For there they that carried us away captive required of us a song; and they that made us wail [required] mirth, [saying, ] Sing us [one] of the songs of Zion.

Thi de, der havde bortført os, bad os synge, vore Bødler bad os være glade: »Syng os af Zions Sange!«

4 How should we sing a song of Jehovah's upon a foreign soil?

Hvor kan vi synge HERRENS Sange paa fremmed Grund?

5 If I forget thee, Jerusalem, let my right hand forget [its skill];

Jerusalem, glemmer jeg dig, da visne min højre!

6 If I do not remember thee, let my tongue cleave to my palate: if I prefer not Jerusalem above my chief joy.

Min Tunge hænge ved Ganen, om ikke jeg ihukommer dig, om ikke jeg sætter Jerusalem over min højeste Glæde!

7 Remember, O Jehovah, against the sons of Edom, the day of Jerusalem; who said, Lay [it] bare, Lay [it] bare, down to its foundation!

HERRE, ihukom Edoms Sønner for Jerusalems Dag, at de raabte: »Nedbryd, nedbryd lige til Grunden!«

8 Daughter of Babylon, who art to be laid waste, happy he that rendereth unto thee that which thou hast meted out to us.

Du Babels Datter, du Ødelægger! Salig den, der gengælder dig, hvad du gjorde imod os!

9 Happy he that taketh and dasheth thy little ones against the rock.

Salig den, der griber dine spæde og knuser dem mod Klippen!