137:1 | By the rivers of Babylon we sat and wept when we remembered Zion. |
137:2 | There on the poplars we hung our harps, |
137:3 | for there our captors asked us for songs, our tormentors demanded songs of joy; they said, "Sing us one of the songs of Zion!" |
137:4 | How can we sing the songs of the LORD while in a foreign land? |
137:5 | If I forget you, O Jerusalem, may my right hand forget its skill. |
137:6 | May my tongue cling to the roof of my mouth if I do not remember you, if I do not consider Jerusalem my highest joy. |
137:7 | Remember, O LORD, what the Edomites did on the day Jerusalem fell. "Tear it down," they cried, "tear it down to its foundations!" |
137:8 | O Daughter of Babylon, doomed to destruction, happy is he who repays you for what you have done to us-- |
137:9 | he who seizes your infants and dashes them against the rocks. |
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