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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.

被擄之民向 神的哀求

137 我們曾坐在巴比倫的河畔,

在那裡我們一想起錫安就哭了。

我們把我們的琴

掛在那裡的柳樹上。

因為在那裡,擄掠我們的人要我們唱歌,

苦待我們的人要我們娛樂他們;

他們說:“為我們唱一首錫安歌吧!”

我們怎能在異族之地

唱耶和華的歌呢?

耶路撒冷啊!如果我忘記你,

情願我的右手忘記技巧(“忘記技巧”或譯:“枯乾”)。

如果我不記念你,

如果我不高舉耶路撒冷

超過我最大的喜樂,

情願我的舌頭緊貼上膛。

耶和華啊!求你記念以東人在耶路撒冷遭難的日子所行的,

他們說:“拆毀它,拆毀它,

直拆到根基。”

將要被毀滅的(“將要被毀滅的”有古譯本作“毀滅者”)巴比倫城(“城”原文作“女子”)啊!

照著你待我們的行為報復你的,

那人有福了。

抓住你的嬰孩

摔在磐石上的,

那人有福了。

Psalm 137

137 Alongside Babylon’s streams,
    there we sat down,
    crying because we remembered Zion.
We hung our lyres up
    in the trees there
    because that’s where our captors asked us to sing;
    our tormentors requested songs of joy:
    “Sing us a song about Zion!” they said.
But how could we possibly sing
    the Lord’s song on foreign soil?

Jerusalem! If I forget you,
    let my strong hand wither!
Let my tongue stick to the roof of my mouth
    if I don’t remember you,
    if I don’t make Jerusalem my greatest joy.

Lord, remember what the Edomites did
        on Jerusalem’s dark day:
    “Rip it down, rip it down!
    All the way to its foundations!” they yelled.
Daughter Babylon, you destroyer,[a]
    a blessing on the one who pays you back
    the very deed you did to us!
    A blessing on the one who seizes your children
    and smashes them against the rock!

Footnotes

  1. Psalm 137:8 Sym, Tg, Syr; MT the devastated