Psalms 137

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

Na vodama Vavilonskim sjeðasmo i plakasmo opominjuæi se Siona.

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

O vrbama sred njega vješasmo harfe svoje.

3 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.

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

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

Kako æemo pjevati pjesmu Gospodnju u zemlji tuðoj?

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

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

6 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.

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

7 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.

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

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

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

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

Blago onome koji uzme i razbije djecu tvoju o kamen.