137 By the rivers of
Babylon
we sit down and weep [ b ]
when we remember Zion.
2 On the poplars in her
midst
we hang our harps,
3 for there our captors
ask us to compose songs; [ c ]
those who mock us demand that we be happy, saying: [ d ]
“Sing for us a song about Zion!” [ e ]
4 How can we sing a song
to the Lord
in a foreign land?
5 If I forget you, O
Jerusalem,
may my right hand be crippled. [ f ]
6 May my tongue stick to
the roof of my mouth,
if I do not remember you,
and do not give Jerusalem priority
over whatever gives me the most joy. [ g ]
7 Remember, O Lord , what the Edomites did
on the day Jerusalem fell. [ h ]
They said, “Tear it down, tear it down, [ i ]
right to its very foundation!”
8 O daughter Babylon, soon
to be devastated, [ j ]
how blessed will be the one who repays you
for what you dished out to us. [ k ]
9 How blessed will be the
one who grabs your babies
and smashes them on a rock. [ l ]