Psalms 137

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

Na vodama Vavilonskim sjeðasmo i plakasmo opominjuæi se Siona.

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

O vrbama sred njega vješasmo harfe svoje.

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!”

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

4 How can we sing Yahweh’s song in a foreign land?

Kako æemo pjevati pjesmu Gospodnju u zemlji tuðoj?

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

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

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.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Blago onome koji uzme i razbije djecu tvoju o kamen.