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被掳于巴比伦者之哀歌

137 我们曾在巴比伦的河边坐下,一追想锡安就哭了。
我们把琴挂在那里的柳树上。
因为在那里,掳掠我们的要我们唱歌,抢夺我们的要我们作乐,说:“给我们唱一首锡安歌吧!”
我们怎能在外邦唱耶和华的歌呢?
耶路撒冷啊,我若忘记你,情愿我的右手忘记技巧!
我若不记念你,若不看耶路撒冷过于我所最喜乐的,情愿我的舌头贴于上膛!
耶路撒冷遭难的日子,以东人说:“拆毁!拆毁!直拆到根基!”耶和华啊,求你记念这仇!
将要被灭的巴比伦[a]啊,报复你像你待我们的,那人便为有福!
拿你的婴孩摔在磐石上的,那人便为有福!

Footnotes

  1. 诗篇 137:8 “城”原文作“女子”。

Psalm 137

Beside the rivers of Babylon, we sat and wept
    as we thought of Jerusalem.[a]
We put away our harps,
    hanging them on the branches of poplar trees.
For our captors demanded a song from us.
    Our tormentors insisted on a joyful hymn:
    “Sing us one of those songs of Jerusalem!”
But how can we sing the songs of the Lord
    while in a pagan land?

If I forget you, O Jerusalem,
    let my right hand forget how to play the harp.
May my tongue stick to the roof of my mouth
    if I fail to remember you,
    if I don’t make Jerusalem my greatest joy.

O Lord, remember what the Edomites did
    on the day the armies of Babylon captured Jerusalem.
“Destroy it!” they yelled.
    “Level it to the ground!”
O Babylon, you will be destroyed.
    Happy is the one who pays you back
    for what you have done to us.
Happy is the one who takes your babies
    and smashes them against the rocks!

Footnotes

  1. 137:1 Hebrew Zion; also in 137:3.

被掳于巴比伦者之哀歌

137 我们曾在巴比伦的河边坐下,一追想锡安就哭了。
我们把琴挂在那里的柳树上。
因为在那里,掳掠我们的要我们唱歌,抢夺我们的要我们作乐,说:“给我们唱一首锡安歌吧!”
我们怎能在外邦唱耶和华的歌呢?
耶路撒冷啊,我若忘记你,情愿我的右手忘记技巧!
我若不记念你,若不看耶路撒冷过于我所最喜乐的,情愿我的舌头贴于上膛!
耶路撒冷遭难的日子,以东人说:“拆毁!拆毁!直拆到根基!”耶和华啊,求你记念这仇!
将要被灭的巴比伦[a]啊,报复你像你待我们的,那人便为有福!
拿你的婴孩摔在磐石上的,那人便为有福!

Footnotes

  1. 诗篇 137:8 “城”原文作“女子”。

Psalm 137

Beside the rivers of Babylon, we sat and wept
    as we thought of Jerusalem.[a]
We put away our harps,
    hanging them on the branches of poplar trees.
For our captors demanded a song from us.
    Our tormentors insisted on a joyful hymn:
    “Sing us one of those songs of Jerusalem!”
But how can we sing the songs of the Lord
    while in a pagan land?

If I forget you, O Jerusalem,
    let my right hand forget how to play the harp.
May my tongue stick to the roof of my mouth
    if I fail to remember you,
    if I don’t make Jerusalem my greatest joy.

O Lord, remember what the Edomites did
    on the day the armies of Babylon captured Jerusalem.
“Destroy it!” they yelled.
    “Level it to the ground!”
O Babylon, you will be destroyed.
    Happy is the one who pays you back
    for what you have done to us.
Happy is the one who takes your babies
    and smashes them against the rocks!

Footnotes

  1. 137:1 Hebrew Zion; also in 137:3.