Psalms 137

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

By rivers of Babylon — There we did sit, Yea, we wept when we remembered Zion.

2 On the willows in its midst, we hung up our harps.

On willows in its midst we hung our harps.

3 For there, those who led us captive asked us for songs. Those who tormented us demanded songs of joy: "Sing us one of the songs of Zion."

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

4 How can we sing the LORD's song in a foreign land?

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

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

If I forget thee, O Jerusalem, my right hand forgetteth!

6 Let my tongue stick to the roof of my mouth if I do not remember you; if I do not prefer Jerusalem above my chief joy.

My tongue doth cleave to my palate, If I do not remember thee, If I do not exalt Jerusalem above my chief joy.

7 Remember, LORD, against the descendants of Edom, the day of Jerusalem; who said, "Raze it. Raze it even to its foundation."

Remember, Jehovah, for the sons of Edom, The day of Jerusalem, Those saying, 'Rase, rase to its foundation!'

8 Daughter of Babylon, doomed to destruction, he will be blessed who rewards you, as you have served us.

O daughter of Babylon, O destroyed one, O the happiness of him who repayeth to thee thy deed, That thou hast done to us.

9 Blessed shall he be who takes and dashes your little ones against the rock.

O the happiness of him who doth seize, And hath dashed thy sucklings on the rock!