Psalms

137 By the rivers of Babylon there we sat down, yea we wept—When we remembered Zion:

2 Upon the willows—in the midst thereof Hanged we our lyres:

3 For there our captors asked of us words of song And our plunderers—gladness,—Sing us of the songs of Zion!

4 How shall we sing the song of Yahweh, On a foreign soil?

5 If I forget thee O Jerusalem Let my right-hand forget:

6 Let my tongue cleave to the roof of my mouth If I do not remember thee! If I do not lift up Jerusalem above the head of mine own gladness.

7 Remember, O Yahweh, against the sons of Edom the day of Jerusalem,—How they continued to say—Overthrow! Overthrow! Unto the foundation within it.

8 O ruined daughter of Babylon,—How happy the man who shall repay thee Thy dealing wherewith thou didst deal with us!

9 How happy the man who shall snatch away And dash thy children against the crag.