Salme 137

1 Ved Babels Floder, der sad vi og græd, når Zion randt os i hu.

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

2 Vi hængte vore Harper i Landets Pile.

We hanged our harps upon the willows in the midst thereof.

3 Thi de, der havde bortført os, bad os synge, vore Bødler bad os være glade: "Syng os af Zions Sange!"

For there they that carried us away captive required of us a song; and they that wasted us required of us delight, saying, Sing us one of the songs of Zion.

4 Hvor kan vi synge HERRENs Sange på fremmed Grund?

How shall we sing the LORD's song in a strange land?

5 Jerusalem, glemmer jeg dig, da visne min højre!

If I forget you, O Jerusalem, let my right hand forget her cunning.

6 Min Tunge hænge ved Ganen, om ikke jeg ihukommer dig, om ikke jeg sætter Jerusalem over min højeste Glæde!

If I do not remember you, let my tongue cleave to the roof of my mouth; if I prefer not Jerusalem above my chief joy.

7 HERRE, ihukom Edoms Sønner for Jerusalems Dag, at de råbte: "Nedbryd, nedbryd lige til Grunden!"

Remember, O LORD, the children of Edom in the day of Jerusalem; who said, Demolish it, demolish it, even to the foundation thereof.

8 Du Babels Datter, du Ødelægger! Salig den, der gengælder dig, hvad du gjorde imod os!

O daughter of Babylon, who are to be destroyed; happy shall he be, that rewards you as you have served us.

9 Salig den, der griber dine spæde og knuser dem mod Klippen!

Happy shall he be, that takes and dashes your little ones against the stones.