137 We sat by the rivers in Babylon
    and cried as we remembered Zion.
² We hung our harps nearby, there on the willow trees.^[a]
3 There in Babylon, those who captured us told us to sing.
    Our enemies told us to entertain them.
    They said, “Sing us one of your songs about Zion.”
⁴ But we cannot sing the Lord’s songs
    in a foreign country!
⁵ Jerusalem, if I ever forget you,
    may I never play a song again.
⁶ If I fail to remember you,
    may I never sing again.
I will always remember Jerusalem
    as my greatest joy!

⁷ Lord, be sure to punish the Edomites for what they did
    when Jerusalem was captured.
They shouted, “Destroy its buildings!
    Pull them down to the ground!”
⁸ Babylon, you will be destroyed!
    Bless the one who pays you back for what you did to us.
⁹ Bless the one who grabs your babies
    and smashes them against a rock.