Psalm 137
1 By
the rivers
of Babylon, there
we sat down.
Yes, we wept,
when we remembered
Zion.
2 On
the willows in
that land,
we hung up
our harps.
3 For
there, those who
led us captive
asked us for
songs.
Those who tormented
us demanded songs
of joy:
“Sing us one
of the songs
of Zion!”
4 How can we
sing the LORD’s
song in a
foreign land?
5 If I
forget you, Jerusalem,
let my right hand
forget its skill.
6 Let
my tongue stick
to the roof
of my mouth if
I don’t remember
you,
if I don’t prefer
Jerusalem above my
chief joy.
7 Remember,
LORD, against the
children of Edom
in the day
of Jerusalem,
who said, “Raze
it!
Raze it even
to its foundation!”
8 Daughter
of Babylon, doomed to destruction,
he will be happy
who repays you,
as you have
done to us.
9 Happy shall
he be,
who takes and dashes
your little
ones against the
rock.