< Psalms 137 >
1 By the rivers of Babylon we sat down and wept when we thought about Zion.
Ob rekah Babilonskih, ondi smo sedeli ter jokali, spominjajoč se Sijona.
2 On the poplars there we hung our harps.
Na vrbe v deželi obesili smo strune 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.”
Dasì so tam hoteli od nas veselih pesmi, ki so nas odpeljavali vjete, in ki so mučili nas govoreč: Pojte nam katero pesmi Sijonskih.
4 How could we sing a song about Yahweh in a foreign land?
Kako bi bili peli pesem Gospodovo v tujcev deželi?
5 If I ignore the memory of you, Jerusalem, let my right hand forget her skill.
Če pozabim tebe, Jeruzalem, pozabi naj se 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.
Jezik moj naj se mi prijemlje neba, ako se ne spominjam tebe, ako ne povzdigujem Jeruzalema nad glavo radosti svoje.
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.”
Spomni se, Gospod, zoper Edomejce dneva Jeruzalemskega; kateri so rekli: "Razvalite, razvalite; dokler bode kaj podzidja v njem!"
8 Daughter of Babylon, soon to be destroyed— may the person be blessed, whoever pays you back for what you have done to us.
Rod Babilonski naj se pokončá; blagor mu, kdor ti bode povrnil hudodelstvo, katero si nam storil.
9 May the person be blessed, whoever takes and dashes your little ones against a rock.
Blagor, kdor zgrabi in razdrobi otroke tvoje ob skalo!