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137 By the rivers of Babylon, there we sat down.
    Yes, we wept, when we remembered Zion.
On the willows in that land,
    we hung up our harps.
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!”
How can we sing Yahweh’s song in a foreign land?
If I forget you, Jerusalem,
    let my right hand forget its skill.
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.
Remember, Yahweh, against the children of Edom in the day of Jerusalem,
    who said, “Raze it!
    Raze it even to its foundation!”
Daughter of Babylon, doomed to destruction,
    he will be happy who repays you,
    as you have done to us.
Happy shall he be,
    who takes and dashes your little ones against the rock.

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.