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137 Sa tabi ng mga ilog ng Babilonia, doo'y nangaupo tayo, oo, nagiyak tayo, nang ating maalaala ang Sion.

Sa mga punong sauce sa gitna niyaon ating ibinitin ang ating mga alpa.

Sapagka't doo'y silang nagsibihag sa atin ay nagsihiling sa atin ng mga awit, at silang magpapahamak sa atin ay nagsihiling sa atin ng kasayahan, na nangagsasabi: Awitin ninyo sa amin ang sa mga awit ng Sion.

Paanong aawitin namin ang awit sa Panginoon sa ibang lupain?

Kung kalimutan kita, Oh Jerusalem, kalimutan nawa ng aking kanan ang kaniyang kasanayan.

Dumikit nawa ang aking dila sa ngalangala ng aking bibig, kung hindi kita alalahanin; kung hindi ko piliin ang Jerusalem ng higit sa aking pinakapangulong kagalakan.

Alalahanin mo Oh Panginoon, laban sa mga anak ni Edom ang kaarawan ng Jerusalem; na nagsabi, Sirain, sirain, pati ng patibayan niyaon.

Oh anak na babae ng Babilonia, na sira; magiging mapalad siya, na gumaganti sa iyo na gaya ng iyong ginawa sa amin.

Magiging mapalad siya, na kukuha at maghahagis sa iyong mga bata sa malaking bato.

¶ 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;

when there, those that carried us away captive asked us for the words of the song; with our harps of joy hung upon the willows saying, Sing us one of the songs of Zion.

How shall we sing the song of the LORD in the land of strangers?

If I forget thee, O Jerusalem, my right hand shall be forgotten.

If I do not remember thee, my tongue shall cleave to the roof of my mouth; if I do not prefer to lift up Jerusalem as my chief joy.

¶ Remember, O LORD, the sons of Edom in the day of Jerusalem; who said, Raze it, raze it, even to the foundation thereof.

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

Happy shall he be, that takes and dashes thy offspring against the stones.

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.

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

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.