Psalm 137

¹By the waters of Babylon we sat down and wept, *when we remembered you, O Zion.

²As for our harps, we hung them up *on the trees in the midst of that land.

³For those who led us away captive asked us for a song, and our oppressors called for mirth: *“Sing us one of the songs of Zion.”

⁴How shall we sing the Lord’s song *upon an alien soil?

⁵If I forget you, O Jerusalem, *let my right hand forget its skill.

⁶Let my tongue cleave to the roof of my mouth if I do not remember you, *if I do not set Jerusalem above my highest joy.

⁷Remember the day of Jerusalem, O Lord, against the people of Edom, *who said, “Down with it! down with it! even to the ground!”

⁸O Daughter of Babylon, doomed to destruction, *happy the one who pays you back for what you have done to us!

⁹Happy shall he be who takes your little ones, *and dashes them against the rock!