Psalm 137

By the rivers of Babylon,

There we sat and also wept,

When we remembered Zion.

Upon the willows in the midst of it

We hung our lyres.

For there our captors asked us about the words of a song,

And our tormentors asked joyfully, saying,

“Sing for us one of the songs of Zion.”

How can we sing a song of Yahweh

In a foreign land?

If I forget you, O Jerusalem,

May my right hand forget her skill.

May my tongue cling to the roof of my mouth

If I do not remember you,

If I do not exalt Jerusalem

Above my chief joy.

Remember, O Yahweh, against the sons of Edom

The day of Jerusalem,

Who said, “Tear it down! Tear it down

To its very foundation.”

O daughter of Babylon, you devastated one,

How blessed will be the one who repays you

With the recompense with which you have recompensed us.

How blessed will be the one who seizes and dashes your infants

Against the cliff.