Psalm 137

¹By the rivers of Babylon,

There we sat down, yea, we wept,

When we remembered Zion.

²Upon the willows in the midst thereof

We hanged up our harps.

³For there they that led us captive required of us songs,

And they that wasted us required of us mirth, saying,

Sing us one of the songs of Zion.

⁴How shall we sing Jehovah’s song

In a foreign land?

⁵If I forget thee, O Jerusalem,

Let my right hand forget her skill.

⁶Let my tongue cleave to the roof of my mouth,

If I remember thee not;

If I prefer not Jerusalem

Above my chief joy.

⁷Remember, O Jehovah, against the children of Edom

The day of Jerusalem;

Who said, Rase it, rase it,

Even to the foundation thereof.

⁸O daughter of Babylon, that art to be destroyed,

Happy shall he be, that rewardeth thee

As thou hast served us.

⁹Happy shall he be, that taketh and dasheth thy little ones

Against the rock.