Psalmi 137

1 Na vodama Vavilonskim sjeðasmo i plakasmo opominjuæi se Siona.

By the rivers of Babylon, there, we sat down, yea we wept—when we remembered Zion:

2 O vrbama sred njega vješasmo harfe svoje.

Upon the willows—in the midst thereof, hanged we our lyres:

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

For, there, our captors asked of us words of song, and our plunderers—gladness, —Sing us of the songs of Zion!

4 Kako æemo pjevati pjesmu Gospodnju u zemlji tuðoj?

How shall we sing the song of Yahweh, on a foreign soil?

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

If I forget thee, O Jerusalem, Let my right-hand forget:

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

Let my tongue cleave to the roof of my mouth, if I do not remember thee! if I do not lift up Jerusalem above the head of mine own gladness.

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

Remember, O Yahweh, against the sons of Edom, the day of Jerusalem, —how they continued to say—Overthrow! Overthrow! unto the foundation within it.

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

O ruined daughter of Babylon, —how happy the man who shall repay thee thy dealing, wherewith thou didst deal with us!

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

How happy the man who shall snatch away and dash thy children against the crag.