Psalms 137

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

By the waters of Babylon there we sat, and we wept at the thought of Zion.

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

There on the poplars we hung our harps.

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."

For there our captors called for a song: our tormentors, rejoicing, saying: ‘Sing us one of the songs of Zion.’

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

How can we sing the Lord’s song in the foreigner’s land?

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

If I forget you, Jerusalem, may my right hand wither.

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.

May my tongue stick to the roof of my mouth, if I am unmindful of you, or don’t set Jerusalem above my chief joy.

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

Remember the Edomites, Lord, the day of Jerusalem’s fall, when they said, ‘Lay her bare, lay her bare, right down to her very foundation.’

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

Babylon, despoiler, happy are those who pay you back for all you have done to us.

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

Happy are they who seize and dash your children against the rocks.