PS 137:1 By rivers of Babylon -- There we did sit, Yea, we wept when we remembered Zion.
PS 137:2 On willows in its midst we hung our harps.
PS 137:3 For there our captors asked us the words of a song, And our spoilers -- joy: `Sing ye to us of a song of Zion.'
PS 137:4 How do we sing the song of Jehovah, On the land of a stranger?
PS 137:5 If I forget thee, O Jerusalem, my right hand forgetteth!
PS 137:6 My tongue doth cleave to my palate, If I do not remember thee, If I do not exalt Jerusalem above my chief joy.
PS 137:7 Remember, Jehovah, for the sons of Edom, The day of Jerusalem, Those saying, `Rase, rase to its foundation!'
PS 137:8 O daughter of Babylon, O destroyed one, O the happiness of him who repayeth to thee thy deed, That thou hast done to us.
PS 137:9 O the happiness of him who doth seize, And hath dashed thy sucklings on the rock!