Psalm 137

¹By the rivers of Babylon, there we sat down.

Yes, we wept, when we remembered Zion.

²On the willows in that land,

we hung up our harps.

³For there, those who led us captive asked us for songs.

Those who tormented us demanded songs of joy:

“Sing us one of the songs of Zion!”

⁴How can we sing the LORD’s song in a foreign land?

⁵If I forget you, Jerusalem,

let my right hand forget its skill.

⁶Let my tongue stick to the roof of my mouth if I don’t remember you,

if I don’t prefer Jerusalem above my chief joy.

⁷Remember, LORD, against the children of Edom in the day of Jerusalem,

who said, “Raze it!

Raze it even to its foundation!”

⁸Daughter of Babylon, doomed to destruction,

he will be happy who repays you,

as you have done to us.

⁹Happy shall he be,

who takes and dashes your little ones against the rock.