Psalms 137

1 By the waters of Babylon there we sat, and we wept at the thought of Zion.

Na vodama Vavilonskim sjeðasmo i plakasmo opominjuæi se Siona.

2 There on the poplars we hung our harps.

O vrbama sred njega vješasmo harfe svoje.

3 For there our captors called for a song: our tormentors, rejoicing, saying: ‘Sing us one of the songs of Zion.’

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

4 How can we sing the Lord’s song in the foreigner’s land?

Kako æemo pjevati pjesmu Gospodnju u zemlji tuðoj?

5 If I forget you, Jerusalem, may my right hand wither.

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

6 May my tongue stick to the roof of my mouth, if I am unmindful of you, or don’t set Jerusalem above my chief joy.

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

7 Remember the Edomites, Lord, the day of Jerusalem’s fall, when they said, ‘Lay her bare, lay her bare, right down to her very foundation.’

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

8 Babylon, despoiler, happy are those who pay you back for all you have done to us.

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

9 Happy are they who seize and dash your children against the rocks.

Blago onome koji uzme i razbije djecu tvoju o kamen.