| Chapter 137 |
1 | By rivers of Babylon -- There we did sit, Yea, we wept when we remembered Zion. |
2 | On willows in its midst we hung our harps. |
3 | For there our captors asked us the words of a song, And our spoilers -- joy: 'Sing ye to us of a song of Zion.' |
4 | How do we sing the song of Jehovah, On the land of a stranger? |
5 | If I forget thee, O Jerusalem, my right hand forgetteth! |
6 | My tongue doth cleave to my palate, If I do not remember thee, If I do not exalt Jerusalem above my chief joy. |
7 | Remember, Jehovah, for the sons of Edom, The day of Jerusalem, Those saying, 'Rase, rase to its foundation!' |
8 | O daughter of Babylon, O destroyed one, O the happiness of him who repayeth to thee thy deed, That thou hast done to us. |
9 | O the happiness of him who doth seize, And hath dashed thy sucklings on the rock! |