137 By the rivers of Babylon, there we sat down.
    Yes, we wept, when we remembered Zion.
² On the willows in that land,
    we hung up our harps.
³ For there, those who led us captive asked us for songs.
    Those who tormented us demanded songs of joy:
    “Sing us one of the songs of Zion!”
⁴ How can we sing Yahweh’s song in a foreign land?
⁵ If I forget you, Jerusalem,
    let my right hand forget its skill.
⁶ Let my tongue stick to the roof of my mouth if I don’t remember you,
    if I don’t prefer Jerusalem above my chief joy.
⁷ Remember, Yahweh, against the children of Edom in the day of Jerusalem,
    who said, “Raze it!
    Raze it even to its foundation!”
⁸ Daughter of Babylon, doomed to destruction,
    he will be happy who repays you,
    as you have done to us.
⁹ Happy shall he be,
    who takes and dashes your little ones against the rock.