Psalms 137

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1 By the rivers of Babylon we sat mourning and weeping when we remembered Zion.	1 Ipsi David. Confitebor tibi, Domine, in toto corde meo, quoniam audisti verba oris mei. In conspectu angelorum psallam tibi ;
2 On the poplars of that land we hung up our harps.	2 adorabo ad templum sanctum tuum, et confitebor nomini tuo : super misericordia tua et veritate tua ; quoniam magnificasti super omne, nomen sanctum tuum.
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!"	3 In quacumque die invocavero te, exaudi me ; multiplicabis in anima mea virtutem.
4 But how could we sing a song of the LORD in a foreign land?	4 Confiteantur tibi, Domine, omnes reges terræ, quia audierunt omnia verba oris tui.
5 If I forget you, Jerusalem, may my right hand wither.	5 Et cantent in viis Domini, quoniam magna est gloria Domini ;
6 May my tongue stick to my palate if I do not remember you, If I do not exalt Jerusalem beyond all my delights.	6 quoniam excelsus Dominus, et humilia respicit, et alta a longe cognoscit.
7 Remember, LORD, against Edom that day at Jerusalem. They said: "Level it, level it down to its foundations!"	7 Si ambulavero in medio tribulationis, vivificabis me ; et super iram inimicorum meorum extendisti manum tuam, et salvum me fecit dextera tua.
8 Fair Babylon, you destroyer, happy those who pay you back the evil you have done us!	8 Dominus retribuet pro me. Domine, misericordia tua in sæculum ; opera manuum tuarum ne despicias.
9 Happy those who seize your children and smash them against a rock.