Psalms 137

1 By rivers of Babylon—There we sat, Indeed, we wept when we remembered Zion.

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

2 We hung our harps on willows in its midst.

On the willows in its midst, we hung up our harps.

3 For there our captors asked us the words of a song, And our spoilers—joy: “Sing to us of a song of Zion.”

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."

4 How do we sing the song of YHWH, On the land of a stranger?

How can we sing Jehovah's song in a foreign land?

5 If I forget you, O Jerusalem, my right hand forgets!

If I forget you, Jerusalem, let my right hand be forgotten.

6 My tongue cleaves to my palate, If I do not remember you, If I do not exalt Jerusalem above my chief joy.

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.

7 Remember, YHWH, for the sons of Edom, The day of Jerusalem, Those saying, “Raze, raze to its foundation!”

Remember, Jehovah, against the descendants of Edom, the day of Jerusalem; who said, "Raze it. Raze it even to its foundation."

8 O daughter of Babylon, O destroyed one, O the blessedness of him who repays to you your deed, That you have done to us.

Daughter of Babylon, doomed to destruction, he will be blessed who rewards you, as you have served us.

9 O the blessedness of him who seizes, and has dashed your sucklings on the rock!

Blessed shall he be who takes and dashes your little ones against the rock.