Psalms 137:1-9
137 By the rivers of Babylon,+ there we sat.
We wept when we remembered Zion.+
2 Upon the poplar trees in her* midst,We hung our harps.+
3 For there our captors asked us for a song,+Those mocking us wanted amusement:
“Sing for us one of the songs of Zion.”
4 How can we sing the song of JehovahOn foreign soil?
5 If I should forget you, O Jerusalem,Let my right hand be forgetful.*+
6 Let my tongue stick to my palateIf I do not remember you,If I do not place Jerusalem aboveMy greatest reasons for rejoicing.+
7 Remember, O Jehovah,What the Eʹdom·ites said on the day Jerusalem fell:
“Tear it down! Tear it down to its foundations!”+
8 O daughter of Babylon, who is soon to be devastated,+Happy will be the one who rewards youWith the treatment you inflicted on us.+
9 Happy will be the one who seizes your childrenAnd dashes them against the rocks.+
