Psalms 137

¹ By the rivers of Babylon we sat and wept at the memory of Zion.

² On the poplars there we had hung up our harps.

³ For there our gaolers had asked us to sing them a song, our captors to make merry, 'Sing us one ofthe songs of Zion.'

⁴ How could we sing a song of Yahweh on alien soil?

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

⁶ May my tongue remain stuck to my palate if I do not keep you in mind, if I do not count Jerusalem thegreatest of my joys.

⁷ Remember, Yahweh, to the Edomites' cost, the day of Jerusalem, how they said, 'Down with it! Raseit to the ground!'

⁸ Daughter of Babel, doomed to destruction, a blessing on anyone who treats you as you treated us,

⁹ a blessing on anyone who seizes your babies and shatters them against a rock!