Psalms 137

1 By rivers of Babylon—There we sat, Indeed, we wept when we remembered Zion.

On the floodis of Babiloyne there we saten, and wepten; while we bithouyten on Syon.

2 We hung our harps on willows in its midst.

In salewis in the myddil therof; we hangiden vp oure orguns.

3 For there our captors asked us the words of a song, And our spoilers—joy: “Sing to us of a song of Zion.”

For thei that ledden vs prisoners; axiden vs there the wordis of songis. And thei that ledden awei vs seiden; Synge ye to vs an ympne of the songis of Syon.

4 How do we sing the song of YHWH, On the land of a stranger?

Hou schulen we singe a songe of the Lord; in an alien lond?

5 If I forget you, O Jerusalem, my right hand forgets!

If Y foryete thee, Jerusalem; my riyt hond be youun to foryeting.

6 My tongue cleaves to my palate, If I do not remember you, If I do not exalt Jerusalem above my chief joy.

Mi tunge cleue to my chekis; if Y bithenke not on thee. If Y purposide not of thee, Jerusalem; in the bigynnyng of my gladnesse.

7 Remember, YHWH, for the sons of Edom, The day of Jerusalem, Those saying, “Raze, raze to its foundation!”

Lord, haue thou mynde on the sones of Edom; for the dai of Jerusalem. Whiche seien, Anyntische ye, anyntische ye; `til to the foundement ther ynne.

8 O daughter of Babylon, O destroyed one, O the blessedness of him who repays to you your deed, That you have done to us.

Thou wretchid douyter of Babiloyne; he is blessid, that `schal yelde to thee thi yelding, which thou yeldidist to vs.

9 O the blessedness of him who seizes, and has dashed your sucklings on the rock!

He is blessid, that schal holde; and hurtle doun hise litle children at a stoon.