Psalmi 137

1 Na obali rijeka babilonskih sjeđasmo i plakasmo spominjući se Siona;

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

2 o vrbe naokolo harfe svoje bijasmo povješali.

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

3 I tada naši tamničari zaiskaše od nas da pjevamo, porobljivači naši zaiskaše da se veselimo: “Pjevajte nam pjesmu sionsku!”

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 Kako da pjesmu Jahvinu pjevamo u zemlji tuđinskoj!

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

5 Nek' se osuši desnica moja, Jeruzaleme, ako tebe zaboravim!

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

6 Nek' mi se jezik za nepce prilijepi ako spomen tvoj smetnem ja ikada, ako ne stavim Jeruzalem vrh svake radosti svoje!

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 Ne zaboravi, Jahve, sinovima Edoma kako su u dan kobni Jeruzalemov vikali oni: “Rušite! Srušite ga do temelja!”

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 Kćeri babilonska, pustošiteljice, blažen koji ti vrati milo za drago za sva zla što si nam ih nanijela!

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

9 Blažen koji zgrabi i smrska o stijenu tvoju dojenčad!

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