Psa. 137:1 By the rivers of Babylon, / There we sat down; indeed, we wept / When we remembered Zion.
Psa. 137:2 On the willows in the midst of it / We hung up our lyres,
Psa. 137:3 For there our captors required of us songs, / And those who tormented us required of us mirth, saying, / Sing for us / One of the songs of Zion.
Psa. 137:4 How can we sing the song of Jehovah / In a foreign land?
Psa. 137:5 If I forget you, O Jerusalem, / Let my right hand forget its skill.
Psa. 137:6 Let my tongue cling to the roof of my mouth, / If I do not remember you, / If I do not prefer Jerusalem / Above my chief joy.
Psa. 137:7 Remember, O Jehovah, / Against the children of Edom, / The day of Jerusalem, / Who said, Lay it bare! Lay it bare, / Down to its foundation!
Psa. 137:8 O daughter of Babylon, who are to be devastated, / Happy will he be who repays you / The recompense of what you have rendered to us.
Psa. 137:9 Happy will he be who seizes your little ones / And dashes them against the rock.