Psalmi 137

1 Na vodama Vavilonskim sjeðasmo i plakasmo opominjuæi se Siona.

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

2 O vrbama sred njega vješasmo harfe svoje.

On the willows in its midst, we hung up our harps.

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

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."

4 Kako æemo pjevati pjesmu Gospodnju u zemlji tuðoj?

How can we sing the LORD's song in a foreign land?

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

If I forget you, Jerusalem, let my right hand be forgotten.

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

Let my tongue stick to the roof of my mouth if I do not remember you; if I do not prefer Jerusalem above my chief joy.

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

Remember, LORD, against the descendants of Edom, the day of Jerusalem; who said, "Raze it. Raze it even to its foundation."

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

Daughter of Babylon, doomed to destruction, he will be blessed who rewards you, as you have served us.

9 Blago onome koji uzme i razbije djecu tvoju o kamen.

Blessed shall he be who takes and dashes your little ones against the rock.