The Passion Translation
The Song of Our Captivity
137 Along the banks of Babylon’s rivers
we sat as exiles, mourning our captivity,
and wept with great love for Zion.
2 Our music and mirth were no longer heard, only sadness.
We hung up our harps on the willow trees.
3 Our captors tormented us, saying, “Make music for us and
sing one of your happy Zion-songs!”
4 But how could we sing the song of the Lord
in this foreign wilderness?
5 May my hands never make music again
if I ever forget you, O Jerusalem.
6 May I never be able to sing again if I fail to honor Jerusalem supremely!
7 And Lord, may you never forget
what the sons of Edom did to us, saying,
“Let’s raze the city of Jerusalem and burn it to the ground!”[a]
8 Listen, O Babylon, you evil destroyer!
The one who destroys you will be rewarded above all others.
You will be repaid for what you’ve done to us.
9 Great honor will come to those who destroy you and your future,
by smashing your infants against the rubble of your own destruction.
- 137:7 The Hebrew text reads “Strip her [Jerusalem] naked!”