Psalms 137

1 By the waters of Babylon there we sat, and we wept at the thought of Zion.

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

2 There on the poplars we hung our harps.

On willows in its midst we hung our harps.

3 For there our captors called for a song: our tormentors, rejoicing, saying: ‘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 the foreigner’s land?

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

5 If I forget you, Jerusalem, may my right hand wither.

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

6 May my tongue stick to the roof of my mouth, if I am unmindful of you, or don’t set 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 the Edomites, Lord, the day of Jerusalem’s fall, when they said, ‘Lay her bare, lay her bare, right down to her very foundation.’

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

8 Babylon, despoiler, happy are those who pay you back for all you have done to 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 Happy are they who seize and dash your children against the rocks.

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