Psalms 137

1 By the rivers of Babylon, there we sat down. Yes, we wept, when we remembered Zion.

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

2 On the willows in that land, we hung up our harps.

Svoje harfe smo obesili na vrbe v njegovi sredi.

3 For there, those who led us captive asked us for songs. Those who tormented us demanded songs of joy: “Sing us one 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 can we sing the LORD’s song in a foreign land?

Kako naj bi v tuji deželi peli Gospodovo pesem?

5 If I forget you, Jerusalem, let my right hand forget its skill.

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

6 Let my tongue stick to the roof of my mouth if I don’t remember you, if I don’t prefer Jerusalem above my chief joy.

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, LORD, against the children of Edom in the day of Jerusalem, who said, “Raze it! Raze it even to its foundation!”

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

8 Daughter of Babylon, doomed to destruction, he will be happy who repays you, as you have done to us.

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

9 Happy shall he be, who takes and dashes your little ones against the rock.

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