Psalms 137

1 By the rivers of Babylon, there, we sat down, yea we wept—when we remembered Zion:

David Hieremiae super flumina Babylonis illic sedimus et flevimus cum recordaremur Sion

2 Upon the willows—in the midst thereof, hanged we our lyres:

in salicibus in medio eius suspendimus organa nostra

3 For, there, our captors asked of us words of song, and our plunderers—gladness, —Sing us of the songs of Zion!

quia illic interrogaverunt nos qui captivos duxerunt nos verba cantionum et qui abduxerunt nos hymnum cantate nobis de canticis Sion

4 How shall we sing the song of Yahweh, on a foreign soil?

quomodo cantabimus canticum Domini in terra aliena

5 If I forget thee, O Jerusalem, Let my right-hand forget:

si oblitus fuero tui Hierusalem oblivioni detur dextera mea

6 Let my tongue cleave to the roof of my mouth, if I do not remember thee! if I do not lift up Jerusalem above the head of mine own gladness.

adhereat lingua mea faucibus meis si non meminero tui si non praeposuero Hierusalem in principio laetitiae meae

7 Remember, O Yahweh, against the sons of Edom, the day of Jerusalem, —how they continued to say—Overthrow! Overthrow! unto the foundation within it.

memor esto Domine filiorum Edom diem Hierusalem qui dicunt exinanite exinanite usque ad fundamentum in ea

8 O ruined daughter of Babylon, —how happy the man who shall repay thee thy dealing, wherewith thou didst deal with us!

filia Babylonis misera beatus qui retribuet tibi retributionem tuam quam retribuisti nobis

9 How happy the man who shall snatch away and dash thy children against the crag.

beatus qui tenebit et adlidet parvulos tuos ad petram