Psalms 137

1 On the floodis of Babiloyne there we saten, and wepten; while we bithouyten on Syon.

By the rivers of Babylon we were seated, weeping at the memory of Zion,

2 In salewis in the myddil therof; we hangiden vp oure orguns.

Hanging our instruments of music on the trees by the waterside.

3 For thei that ledden vs prisoners; axiden vs there the wordis of songis. And thei that ledden awei vs seiden; Synge ye to vs an ympne of the songis of Syon.

For there those who had taken us prisoners made request for a song; and those who had taken away all we had gave us orders to be glad, saying, Give us one of the songs of Zion.

4 Hou schulen we singe a songe of the Lord; in an alien lond?

How may we give the Lord's song in a strange land?

5 If Y foryete thee, Jerusalem; my riyt hond be youun to foryeting.

If I keep not your memory, O Jerusalem, let not my right hand keep the memory of its art.

6 Mi tunge cleue to my chekis; if Y bithenke not on thee. If Y purposide not of thee, Jerusalem; in the bigynnyng of my gladnesse.

If I let you go out of my thoughts, and if I do not put Jerusalem before my greatest joy, let my tongue be fixed to the roof of my mouth.

7 Lord, haue thou mynde on the sones of Edom; for the dai of Jerusalem. Whiche seien, Anyntische ye, anyntische ye; `til to the foundement ther ynne.

O Lord, keep in mind against the children of Edom the day of Jerusalem; how they said, Let it be uncovered, uncovered even to its base.

8 Thou wretchid douyter of Babiloyne; he is blessid, that `schal yelde to thee thi yelding, which thou yeldidist to vs.

O daughter of Babylon, whose fate is destruction; happy is the man who does to you what you have done to us.

9 He is blessid, that schal holde; and hurtle doun hise litle children at a stoon.

Happy is the man who takes your little ones, crushing them against the rocks.