Psalms 137

¹ By the rivers of Babylon we sat mourning and weeping when we remembered Zion.

² On the poplars of that land we hung up our harps.

³ There our captors asked us for the words of a song; Our tormentors, for a joyful song: "Sing for us a song of Zion!"

⁴ But how could we sing a song of the LORD in a foreign land?

⁵ If I forget you, Jerusalem, may my right hand wither.

⁶ May my tongue stick to my palate if I do not remember you, If I do not exalt Jerusalem beyond all my delights.

⁷ Remember, LORD, against Edom that day at Jerusalem. They said: "Level it, level it down to its foundations!"

⁸ Fair Babylon, you destroyer, happy those who pay you back the evil you have done us!

⁹ Happy those who seize your children and smash them against a rock.