Psalms 137

1 By the rivers of Babylon we sat down and wept when we thought about Zion.

2 On the poplars there we hung our harps.

3 There our captors required songs from us, and those who mocked us required us to be happy, saying, “Sing us one of the songs of Zion.”

4 How could we sing a song about Yahweh in a foreign land?

5 If I ignore the memory of you, Jerusalem, let my right hand forget her skill.

6 Let my tongue cling to the roof of my mouth if I think about you no more, if I do not prefer Jerusalem more than my greatest delights.

7 Call to mind, Yahweh, what the Edomites did on the day Jerusalem fell. They said, “Tear it down, tear it down to its foundations.”

8 Daughter of Babylon, soon to be destroyed— may the person be blessed, whoever pays you back for what you have done to us.

9 May the person be blessed, whoever takes and dashes your little ones against a rock.