Psalms - Chapter 137

1

By the rivers of Babylon we sat and wept when we remembered Zion.


2

There on the poplars we hung our harps,


3

for there our captors asked us for songs, our tormentors demanded songs of joy; they said, "Sing us one of the songs of Zion!"


4

How can we sing the songs of the LORD while in a foreign land?


5

If I forget you, O Jerusalem, may my right hand forget [its skill].


6

May my tongue cling to the roof of my mouth if I do not remember you, if I do not consider Jerusalem my highest joy.


7

Remember, O LORD, what the Edomites did on the day Jerusalem fell. "Tear it down," they cried, "tear it down to its foundations!"


8

O Daughter of Babylon, doomed to destruction, happy is he who repays you for what you have done to us--


9

he who seizes your infants and dashes them against the rocks.