Psalms Chapter 137
1 We sat by the rivers in Babylon
and cried when we remembered Zion.
2 We hung our harps on its willows.
3 Our captors required us to sing there;
our tormentors demanded happy songs,
“Sing us a song from Zion.”
Ps 137:1-3
4 How can we sing about the LORD in a foreign land?
5 If I forget you, Jerusalem,
may my right hand wither.
6 May my tongue stick to the roof of my mouth
if I don’t remember you,
if I don’t regard Jerusalem
above my greatest joy.
7 Remember, LORD, against the Edomites
the day of Jerusalem, when they said to the Babylonians,
“Tear it down, tear it down to its foundation.”
8 Young woman of Babylon, you devastated one,
how happy will be the one that repays you
with what you did to us.
9 How happy will the one be that grabs your infants
and dashes them against the rocks!
Ps 137:4-9