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

Psalm 137

By the rivers of Babylon, there we sat down and wept
    when we remembered Zion.
We hung our harps
    upon the poplars.
For there our captors made us sing
    and our tormentors made us entertain,
    saying, “Sing us one of the songs of Zion.”

How shall we sing the song of the Lord
    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 tongue stick to the roof of my mouth,
if I do not have Jerusalem
    as my highest joy.

Remember, O Lord, the people of Edom
    in the day of Jerusalem,
who said, “Raze it, raze it,
    down to its foundations.”

O daughter of Babylon, who is to be destroyed,
    blessed is the one who rewards you
    as you have done to us.
Blessed is the one who takes
    and dashes your little ones against the rocks.

Recuerdos del cautiverio en Babilonia

137 Junto a los ríos de Babilonia,
Nos sentábamos a llorar al acordarnos de Sión.
Sobre los sauces de la ciudad
colgamos nuestras arpas.
Los que nos capturaron, nos pedían que cantáramos.
Nuestros opresores nos pedían estar contentos. Decían:
«¡Canten algunos de sus cánticos de Sión!»

¿Y cómo podríamos cantarle al Señor
en un país extranjero?
Jerusalén,
si acaso llego a olvidarme de ti,
¡que la mano derecha se me tulla!
Jerusalén,
¡que la lengua se me pegue al paladar,
si acaso no llego a recordarte
ni te pongo por encima de mis alegrías!

Señor, recuerda lo que decían los edomitas
el día que Jerusalén fue destruida:
«¡Arrásenla, destrúyanla hasta sus cimientos!»

¡También tú, Babilonia, serás arrasada!
¡Dichoso el que te dé tu merecido
por todo el mal que nos hiciste!(A)
¡Dichoso el que agarre a tus niños
y los estrelle contra las rocas!