Psalms 137

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

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

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

Upon the willows in the midst of it we hung up our harps.

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

For there those who led us captive required of us songs, and those who wasted us, mirth, saying, Sing for us one of the songs of Zion.

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

How shall we sing Jehovah's song in a foreign land?

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

If I forget thee, O Jerusalem, let my right hand forget.

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.

Let my tongue cling to the roof of my mouth, if I do not remember thee, if I do not prefer Jerusalem above my chief joy.

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.

Remember, O Jehovah, the day of Jerusalem against the sons of Edom, who said, Raze it, raze it, even to the foundation thereof.

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

O daughter of Babylon, who is to be destroyed, happy shall he be who rewards thee as thou have served us.

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

Happy shall he be who takes and dashes thy little ones against the rock.