Psalms 137

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

By the rivers of Babylon we were seated, weeping at the memory of Zion,

2 We hung our harps on the willows in the midst thereof.

Hanging our instruments of music on the trees by the waterside.

3 For there they who carried us away captive required of us a song; They who wasted us required of us mirth: “Sing us one of the songs of Zion!”

For there those who had taken us prisoners made request for a song; and those who had taken away all we had gave us orders to be glad, saying, Give us one of the songs of Zion.

4 How shall we sing the LORD'S song In a strange land?

How may we give the Lord's song in a strange land?

5 If I forget thee, O Jerusalem, Let my right hand forget her cunning!

If I keep not your memory, O Jerusalem, let not my right hand keep the memory of its art.

6 If I do not remember thee, Let my tongue cleave to the roof of my mouth; If I prefer not Jerusalem above my chief joy!

If I let you go out of my thoughts, and if I do not put Jerusalem before my greatest joy, let my tongue be fixed to the roof of my mouth.

7 Remember, O LORD! against the children of Edom The day of the calamity of Jerusalem! Who said, “Raze it, Raze it to its foundations!”

O Lord, keep in mind against the children of Edom the day of Jerusalem; how they said, Let it be uncovered, uncovered even to its base.

8 O daughter of Babylon, thou destroyer! Happy be he who requiteth thee As thou hast dealt with us!

O daughter of Babylon, whose fate is destruction; happy is the man who does to you what you have done to us.

9 Happy be he who seizeth thy little ones And dasheth them against the stones!

Happy is the man who takes your little ones, crushing them against the rocks.