Psalm 137

An Experience Of The Captivity.

1By the rivers of Babylon,
There we [captives] sat down and wept,
When we remembered Zion [the city God imprinted on our hearts]. 2On the willow trees in the midst of Babylon
We hung our harps. 3For there they who took us captive demanded of us a song with words,
And our tormentors [who made a mockery of us demanded] amusement, saying,
“Sing us one of the songs of Zion.” 4How can we sing the LORD’S song
In a strange and foreign land? 5If I forget you, O Jerusalem,
Let my right hand forget [her skill with the harp]. 6Let my tongue cling to the roof of my mouth
If I do not remember you,
If I do not prefer Jerusalem
Above my chief joy. 7Remember, O LORD, against the sons of Edom,
The day of [the fall of] Jerusalem,
Who said “Down, down [with her]
To her very foundation.” 8O daughter of Babylon, you devastator,
How blessed will be the one
Who repays you [with destruction] as you have repaid us. 9How blessed will be the one who seizes and dashes your little ones
Against the rock.