Psalms 137

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

Ob rekah Babilonskih, ondi smo sedeli ter jokali, spominjajoč se Sijona.

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

Na vrbe v deželi obesili smo strune 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!”

Dasì so tam hoteli od nas veselih pesmi, ki so nas odpeljavali vjete, in ki so mučili nas govoreč: Pojte nam katero pesmi Sijonskih.

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

Kako bi bili peli pesem Gospodovo v tujcev deželi?

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

Če pozabim tebe, Jeruzalem, pozabi naj se desnica moja.

6 Let my tongue stick to the roof of my mouth if I do not remember you, if I do not prefer Jerusalem above my chief joy.

Jezik moj naj se mi prijemlje neba, ako se ne spominjam tebe, ako ne povzdigujem Jeruzalema nad glavo radosti svoje.

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

Spomni se, Gospod, zoper Edomejce dneva Jeruzalemskega; kateri so rekli: "Razvalite, razvalite; dokler bode kaj podzidja v njem!"

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

Rod Babilonski naj se pokončá; blagor mu, kdor ti bode povrnil hudodelstvo, katero si nam storil.

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

Blagor, kdor zgrabi in razdrobi otroke tvoje ob skalo!