Psalm 137


1By rivers of cruel Babylon, there we sat down and wept;
When we remembered Zion’s land—our home we’ll not forget.

2Upon the trees we hung our harps, for they demanded song;
3Our captors, with triumphant scorn, said, “Sing songs of Zion.”

4How can we sing songs of the Lord while in a foreign land?
5If I forget Jerusalem, let skill leave my right hand.

6May my tongue cleave to my mouth’s roof if I do not recall;
If I don’t praise Jerusalem, my chief joy above all.

7Remember, Lord, all Edom’s sons who razed Jerusalem;
Who said, “Tear down, tear down its walls unto its foundation.”

8O daughter of doomed Babylon, you devastated one,
How bless’d will be the one who pays to you as you have done.

9How bless’d will be the one who thus does end your cru-el-ty;
Who takes your infants, dashing them upon the rocks justly.