被擄者的哀歌

137 我們坐在巴比倫河畔,
想起錫安禁不住淒然淚下。
我們把琴掛在柳樹上。
俘虜我們的人要我們唱歌,
擄掠我們的人要我們歌唱,說:
「給我們唱一首錫安的歌。」
我們流落異邦,
怎能唱頌讚耶和華的歌呢?
耶路撒冷啊,倘若我忘了你,
情願我的右手無法再撥弄琴弦;
倘若我忘了你,
不以你為我的至愛,
情願我的舌頭不能再歌唱。

耶和華啊,
求你記住耶路撒冷淪陷時以東人的行徑。
他們喊道:
「拆毀這城,把它夷為平地!」
巴比倫城啊,
你快要滅亡了,
那向你以牙還牙為我們復仇的人有福了!
那抓住你的嬰孩摔在石頭上的人有福了!

Longing for Zion in a Foreign Land

137 By the rivers of Babylon,
There we sat down, yea, we wept
When we remembered Zion.
We hung our harps
Upon the willows in the midst of it.
For there those who carried us away captive asked of us a song,
And those who (A)plundered us requested mirth,
Saying, “Sing us one of the songs of Zion!”

How shall we sing the Lord’s song
In a foreign land?
If I forget you, O Jerusalem,
Let my right hand forget its skill!
If I do not remember you,
Let my (B)tongue cling to the roof of my mouth—
If I do not exalt Jerusalem
Above my chief joy.

Remember, O Lord, against (C)the sons of Edom
The day of Jerusalem,
Who said, [a]“Raze it, raze it,
To its very foundation!”

O daughter of Babylon, (D)who are to be destroyed,
Happy the one (E)who repays you as you have served us!
Happy the one who takes and (F)dashes
Your little ones against the rock!

Footnotes

  1. Psalm 137:7 Lit. Make bare