Psalms
137 By the rivers of Babylon, there we sat down,
wept withal, when we remembered Sion.
2 Within it we hung our lyres
on poplar trees,
3 Because there our captors asked us for words of song
and our persecutors for merrymaking,
“Sing us some of the songs of Sion.”
4 How are we to sing Jehovah’s song
on foreign soil?
5 If I forget you, Jerusalem,
may my right hand forget how to work!
6 May my tongue stick to the roof of my mouth if I do not remember,
if I do not put Jerusalem higher than the peak of my happiness.
7 Remember Jerusalem’s day, Jehovah, for the sons of Edom,
those who said “Clear it off, clear it off, to the foundation of it.”
9 Happy he who shall take
and dash out against the crags the brains of the children that play
about in you!