Psalms 137

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

Na vodama Vavilonskim sjeðasmo i plakasmo opominjuæi se Siona.

2 We hung our harps on willows in its midst.

O vrbama sred njega vješasmo harfe svoje.

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

Ondje iskahu koji nas zarobiše da pjevamo, i koji nas oboriše da se veselimo: “pjevajte nam pjesmu Sionsku.”

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

Kako æemo pjevati pjesmu Gospodnju u zemlji tuðoj?

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

Ako zaboravim tebe, Jerusalime, neka me zaboravi desnica moja.

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

Neka prione jezik moj za usta moja, ako tebe ne uspamtim, ako ne uzdržim Jerusalima svrh veselja svojega.

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

Napomeni, Gospode, sinovima Edomovijem dan Jerusalimski, kad govoriše: raskopajte, raskopajte ga do temelja.

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.

Kæeri Vavilonska, krvnico, blago onome ko ti plati za djelo koje si nama uèinila!

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

Blago onome koji uzme i razbije djecu tvoju o kamen.