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 usmirth, saying, Sing us one of the songs of Zion.

⁴How shall we sing the LORD’S song in a strange land?

⁵If I forget thee, O Jerusalem, let my right hand forget her cunning.

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 LORD, 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.