Psalms
CHAPTER 137
1 By the rivers of Babylon, There we sat down; indeed, we wept When we remembered Zion.
2 On the willows in the midst of it We hung up our lyres,
3 For there our captors required of us songs, And those who tormented us required of us mirth, saying, Sing for us One of the songs of Zion.
4 How can we sing the song of Jehovah In a foreign land?
5 If I forget you, O Jerusalem, Let my right hand forget its skill.
6 Let my tongue cling to the roof of my mouth, If I do not remember you, If I do not prefer Jerusalem Above my chief joy.
7 Remember, O Jehovah, Against the children of Edom, The day of Jerusalem, Who said, Lay it bare! Lay it bare, Down to its foundation!
8 O daughter of Babylon, who are to be devastated, Happy will he be who repays you The recompense of what you have rendered to us.
9 Happy will he be who seizes your little ones And dashes them against the rock.