Psalm 137

137:1

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

137:2

There on the willows we hung our harps,

137:3

for there our captors requested a song; our tormentors demanded songs of joy: “Sing us a song of Zion.”

137:4

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

137:5

If I forget you, O Jerusalem, may my right hand cease to function.

137:6

May my tongue cling to the roof of my mouth if I do not remember you, if I do not exalt Jerusalem as my greatest joy!

137:7

Remember, O LORD, the sons of Edom on the day Jerusalem fell: “Destroy it,” they said, “tear it down to its foundations!”

137:8

O Daughter of Babylon, doomed to destruction, blessed is he who repays you as you have done to us.

137:9

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