Psalms 137
Chapter 137 of 150
1 By the rivers of Babylon there we sat weeping when we remembered Zion.
2 On the poplars in its midst we hung up our harps.
3 For there our captors asked us for the words of a song; Our tormentors, for joy: “Sing for us a song of Zion!”
4 But how could we sing a song of the Lord in a foreign land?
5 If I forget you, Jerusalem, may my right hand forget.
6 May my tongue stick to my palate if I do not remember you, If I do not exalt Jerusalem beyond all my delights.
7 Remember, Lord, against Edom that day at Jerusalem. They said: “Level it, level it down to its foundations!”
8 Desolate Daughter Babylon, you shall be destroyed, blessed the one who pays you back what you have done us!
9 Blessed the one who seizes your children and smashes them against the rock.