Psalms 137

1 When we sat down by the rivers of Babylon we wept as we remembered Zion.

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

2 We hung up our harps on the willow trees.

Vi hængte vore Harper i Landets Pile.

3 For those who had taken us captive asked us for a song—our tormentors wanted us to sing a happy song from Jerusalem.

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

4 But how could we sing a song dedicated to the Lord in a pagan land?

Hvor kan vi synge HERRENS Sange paa fremmed Grund?

5 If I forget Jerusalem, may my right hand forget how to play;

Jerusalem, glemmer jeg dig, da visne min højre!

6 May my tongue stick to the roof of my mouth if I don't remember you—if I don't consider Jerusalem my greatest joy.

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

7 Lord, please remember what the people of Edom did on the day Jerusalem fell, the ones who said “Tear it down! Destroy it down to its foundations!”

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

8 Daughter of Babylon, you will be destroyed! Happy is the one who pays you back, who does to you what you did to us!

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

9 Happy is the one who grabs your children and smashes them against the rocks!

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