Psalms 137

1 By the rivers of Babylon, there, we sat down, yea we wept—when we remembered Zion:

Ved Babels Floder, der sad vi og græd, når Zion randt os i hu.

2 Upon the willows—in the midst thereof, hanged we our lyres:

Vi hængte vore Harper i Landets Pile.

3 For, there, our captors asked of us words of song, and our plunderers—gladness, —Sing us of the songs of Zion!

Thi de, der havde bortført os, bad os synge, vore Bødler bad os være glade: "Syng os af Zions Sange!"

4 How shall we sing the song of Yahweh, on a foreign soil?

Hvor kan vi synge HERRENs Sange på fremmed Grund?

5 If I forget thee, O Jerusalem, Let my right-hand forget:

Jerusalem, glemmer jeg dig, da visne min højre!

6 Let my tongue cleave to the roof of my mouth, if I do not remember thee! if I do not lift up Jerusalem above the head of mine own gladness.

Min Tunge hænge ved Ganen, om ikke jeg ihukommer dig, om ikke jeg sætter Jerusalem over min højeste Glæde!

7 Remember, O Yahweh, against the sons of Edom, the day of Jerusalem, —how they continued to say—Overthrow! Overthrow! unto the foundation within it.

HERRE, ihukom Edoms Sønner for Jerusalems Dag, at de råbte: "Nedbryd, nedbryd lige til Grunden!"

8 O ruined daughter of Babylon, —how happy the man who shall repay thee thy dealing, wherewith thou didst deal with us!

Du Babels Datter, du Ødelægger! Salig den, der gengælder dig, hvad du gjorde imod os!

9 How happy the man who shall snatch away and dash thy children against the crag.

Salig den, der griber dine spæde og knuser dem mod Klippen!