Psalm 137

1 By the rivers of Babylon, there we sat. We wept when we remembered Zion.

2 Upon the poplar trees in her midst, We hung our harps.

3 For there our captors asked us for a song, Those mocking us wanted amusement: “Sing for us one of the songs of Zion.”

4 How can we sing the song of Jehovah On foreign soil?

5 If I should forget you, O Jerusalem, Let my right hand be forgetful.

6 Let my tongue stick to my palate If I do not remember you, If I do not place Jerusalem above My greatest reasons for rejoicing.

7 Remember, O Jehovah, What the Eʹdomites said on the day Jerusalem fell: “Tear it down! Tear it down to its foundations!”

8 O daughter of Babylon, who is soon to be devastated, Happy will be the one who rewards you With the treatment you inflicted on us.

9 Happy will be the one who seizes your children And dashes them against the rocks.

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