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, and we also wept when we remembered Zion.

2 Vi hængte vore Harper i Landets Pile.

Upon the willows in her midst had we hung up our harps.

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

For there our captors demanded of us the words of song; and those that mocked us, joy, [saying, ] Sing for us one of the songs of Zion.

4 Hvor kan vi synge HERRENs Sange på fremmed Grund?

How should we sing the song of the Lord on the soil of the stranger?

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

If I forget thee, O Jerusalem, may my right hand forget—.

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

May my tongue cleave to my palate if I do not remember thee: if I recall not Jerusalem at the head of my joy.

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

Remember, O Lord, unto the children of Edom the day of Jerusalem; who said, Raze it, raze it, even to her very foundation.

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

O daughter of Babylon, who art wasted: happy he, that repayeth thee thy recompense for what thou hast done to us.

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

Happy he, that seizeth and dasheth thy babes against the rock.