Psalms 137

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

Ob babilonskih rekah, tam smo se usedli; da, jokali smo, ko smo se spominjali Siona.

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

Svoje harfe smo obesili na vrbe v njegovi sredi.

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

Kajti tam so tisti, ki so nas odvedli proč ujete, od nas zahtevali pesem in tisti, ki so nas opustošili, so od nas zahtevali veselje, rekoč: »Zapojte nam eno izmed sionskih pesmi.«

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

Kako naj bi v tuji deželi peli Gospodovo pesem?

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

Če jaz pozabim tebe, oh Jeruzalem, naj moja desnica pozabi svojo spretnost.

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.

Če se te jaz ne spomnim, naj se moj jezik prilepi k nebu mojih ust, če ne povišam Jeruzalema nad svojo glavno radost.

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.

Spomni se, oh Gospod, na Jeruzalemov dan otrok Edóma, ki so rekli: »Izbrišite ga, izbrišite ga, celo do njegovih temeljev.«

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

Oh hči babilonska, ki boš uničena, srečen bo tisti, ki te poplača, kakor si nam ti služila.

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

Srečen bo tisti, ki zgrabi in trešči tvoje malčke ob kamne.