Psalms 137

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

Psalmus David, propter Hieremiam. Super flumina Babylonis, illic sedimus et flevimus: cum recordaremur Sion:

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

In salicibus in medio eius, suspendimus organa nostra.

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

Quia illic interrogaverunt nos, qui captivos duxerunt nos, verba cantionum: Et qui abduxerunt nos: Hymnum cantate nobis de canticis Sion.

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

Quomodo cantabimus canticum Domini in terra aliena?

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

Si oblitus fuero tui Ierusalem, oblivioni detur dextera mea.

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.

Adhaereat lingua mea faucibus meis, si non meminero tui: Si non proposuero Ierusalem, in principio laetitiae meae.

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.

Memor esto Domine filiorum Edom, in die Ierusalem: Qui dicunt: Exinanite, exinanite usque ad fundamentum in ea.

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

Filia Babylonis misera: beatus, qui retribuet tibi retributionem tuam, quam retribuisti nobis.

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

Beatus, qui tenebit, et allidet parvulos suos ad petram.