Psalms 137

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

Na vodama Vavilonskim sjeðasmo i plakasmo opominjuæi se Siona.

2 On the poplars there we hung our harps.

O vrbama sred njega vješasmo harfe svoje.

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.”

Ondje iskahu koji nas zarobiše da pjevamo, i koji nas oboriše da se veselimo: “pjevajte nam pjesmu Sionsku.”

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

Kako æemo pjevati pjesmu Gospodnju u zemlji tuðoj?

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

Ako zaboravim tebe, Jerusalime, neka me zaboravi desnica moja.

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.

Neka prione jezik moj za usta moja, ako tebe ne uspamtim, ako ne uzdržim Jerusalima svrh veselja svojega.

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.”

Napomeni, Gospode, sinovima Edomovijem dan Jerusalimski, kad govoriše: raskopajte, raskopajte ga do temelja.

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

Kæeri Vavilonska, krvnico, blago onome ko ti plati za djelo koje si nama uèinila!

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

Blago onome koji uzme i razbije djecu tvoju o kamen.