Psalms 137
1BY the rivers of Babylon there we sat down and wept, when we remembered Sion.
2Upon the willows in the midst of it we hung up our harps;
3for there they who had captivated us, asked of us the words of a song: and they who had led us away, asked for a hymn, saying, Sing for us some of the odes of Sion.
4How can we sing the song of the Lord in a strange country?
5O Jerusalem, if I forget thee, let my right hand be forgotten.
6Let my tongue cleave to the roof of my mouth, if I do not remember thee—if I set not Jerusalem foremost, as the chief object of my joy.
7Remember, O Lord, the children of Edom; who in the day of Jerusalem said, Rase! Rase! down to its foundations!
8O daughter of Babylon the miserable!
9Happy he who shall render thee thy recompense; for what thou hast done to us! Happy he who shall seize and dash thy infants against stones!