Psalm 137

 

 

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

 

2                    There on the poplars we hung our harps,

 

3                    for there our captors asked us for songs, our tormentors demanded songs of joy; they said, “Sing us one of the songs of Zion!”

 

4                    How can we sing the songs of the LORD while in a foreign land?

 

5                    If I forget you, O Jerusalem, may my right hand forget its skill.

 

6                    May my tongue cling to the roof of my mouth if I do not remember you, if I do not consider Jerusalem my highest joy.

 

7                    Remember, O LORD, what the Edomites did on the day Jerusalem fell.  “Tear it down,” they cried, “tear it down to its foundations!”

 

8                    O Daughter of Babylon, doomed to destruction, happy is he who repays you for what you have done to us—

 

9                    he who seizes your infants and dashes them to the rocks.