Psalms 137

¹ By the waters of Babylon, there we sat down and wept, when we remembered Zion.

² On the willows there we hung up our lyres.

³ For there our captors required of us songs, and our tormentors, mirth, saying, "Sing us one of the songs of Zion!"

⁴ How shall we sing the LORD's song in a foreign land?

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

⁶ Let my tongue cleave to the roof of my mouth, if I do not remember you, if I do not set Jerusalem above my highest joy!

⁷ Remember, O LORD, against the Edomites the day of Jerusalem, how they said, "Rase it, rase it! Down to its foundations!"

⁸ O daughter of Babylon, you devastator! Happy shall he be who requites you with what you have done to us!

⁹ Happy shall he be who takes your little ones and dashes them against the rock!