Psalms 137

New Jerusalem Bible	Catholic Public Domain Bible
¹ By the rivers of Babylon we sat and wept at the memory of Zion.	¹ Of David himself. O Lord, I will confess to you with my whole heart, for you have heard the words of my mouth. I will sing psalms to you in the sight of the Angels.
² On the poplars there we had hung up our harps.	² I will adore before your holy temple, and I will confess your name: it is above your mercy and your truth. For you have magnified your holy name above all.
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.'	³ On whatever day that I will call upon you: hear me. You will multiply virtue in my soul.
⁴ How could we sing a song of Yahweh on alien soil?	⁴ May all the kings of the earth confess to you, O Lord. For they have heard all the words of your mouth.
⁵ If I forget you, Jerusalem, may my right hand wither!	⁵ And let them sing in accordance with the ways of the Lord. For great is the glory of the Lord.
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.	⁶ For the Lord is exalted, and he looks with favor on the humble. But the lofty he knows from a distance.
⁷ Remember, Yahweh, to the Edomites' cost, the day of Jerusalem, how they said, 'Down with it! Raseit to the ground!'	⁷ If I wander into the midst of tribulation, you will revive me. For you extended your hand against the wrath of my enemies. And your right hand has accomplished my salvation.
⁸ Daughter of Babel, doomed to destruction, a blessing on anyone who treats you as you treated us,	⁸ The Lord will provide retribution on my behalf. O Lord, your mercy is forever. Do not disdain the works of your hands.
⁹ a blessing on anyone who seizes your babies and shatters them against a rock!