Psalms 137

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

David Hieremiae super flumina Babylonis illic sedimus et flevimus cum recordaremur Sion

2 On the poplars there we hung our harps.

in salicibus in medio eius suspendimus organa nostra

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.”

quia illic interrogaverunt nos qui captivos duxerunt nos verba cantionum et qui abduxerunt nos hymnum cantate nobis de canticis Sion

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

quomodo cantabimus canticum Domini in terra aliena

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

si oblitus fuero tui Hierusalem oblivioni detur dextera mea

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.

adhereat lingua mea faucibus meis si non meminero tui si non praeposuero Hierusalem in principio laetitiae meae

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.”

memor esto Domine filiorum Edom diem Hierusalem qui dicunt exinanite exinanite usque ad fundamentum in ea

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

filia Babylonis misera beatus qui retribuet tibi retributionem tuam quam retribuisti nobis

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

beatus qui tenebit et adlidet parvulos tuos ad petram