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137 Við Babýlons fljót, þar sátum vér og grétum, er vér minntumst Síonar.

Á pílviðina þar hengdum vér upp gígjur vorar.

Því að herleiðendur vorir heimtuðu söngljóð af oss og kúgarar vorir kæti: "Syngið oss Síonarkvæði!"

Hvernig ættum vér að syngja Drottins ljóð í öðru landi?

Ef ég gleymi þér, Jerúsalem, þá visni mín hægri hönd.

Tunga mín loði mér við góm, ef ég man eigi til þín, ef Jerúsalem er eigi allra besta yndið mitt.

Mun þú Edóms niðjum, Drottinn, óheilladag Jerúsalem, þegar þeir æptu: "Rífið, rífið allt niður til grunna!"

Babýlonsdóttir, þú sem tortímir! Heill þeim, er geldur þér fyrir það sem þú hefir gjört oss!

Heill þeim er þrífur ungbörn þín og slær þeim niður við stein.

Psalm 137

By the rivers of Babylon(A) we sat and wept(B)
    when we remembered Zion.(C)
There on the poplars(D)
    we hung our harps,(E)
for there our captors(F) asked us for songs,
    our tormentors demanded(G) songs of joy;
    they said, “Sing us one of the songs of Zion!”(H)

How can we sing the songs of the Lord(I)
    while in a foreign land?
If I forget you,(J) Jerusalem,
    may my right hand forget its skill.
May my tongue cling to the roof(K) of my mouth
    if I do not remember(L) you,
if I do not consider Jerusalem(M)
    my highest joy.

Remember, Lord, what the Edomites(N) did
    on the day Jerusalem fell.(O)
“Tear it down,” they cried,
    “tear it down to its foundations!”(P)
Daughter Babylon, doomed to destruction,(Q)
    happy is the one who repays you
    according to what you have done to us.
Happy is the one who seizes your infants
    and dashes them(R) against the rocks.

137 By the rivers of Babylon, there we sat down, yea, we wept, when we remembered Zion.

We hanged our harps upon the willows in the midst thereof.

For there they that carried us away captive required of us a song; and they that wasted us required of us mirth, saying, Sing us one of the songs of Zion.

How shall we sing the Lord's song in a strange land?

If I forget thee, O Jerusalem, let my right hand forget her cunning.

If I do not remember thee, let my tongue cleave to the roof of my mouth; if I prefer not Jerusalem above my chief joy.

Remember, O Lord, the children of Edom in the day of Jerusalem; who said, Rase it, rase it, even to the foundation thereof.

O daughter of Babylon, who art to be destroyed; happy shall he be, that rewardeth thee as thou hast served us.

Happy shall he be, that taketh and dasheth thy little ones against the stones.