Psalm
137 By the rivers of Babylon,+ there we sat.
We wept when we remembered Zion.+
3 For there our captors asked us for a song,+
Those mocking us wanted amusement:
“Sing for us one of the songs of Zion.”
4 How can we sing the song of Jehovah
On foreign soil?
6 Let my tongue stick to my palate
If I do not remember you,
If I do not place Jerusalem above
My greatest reasons for rejoicing.+
7 Remember, O Jehovah,
What the Eʹdom·ites said on the day Jerusalem fell:
“Tear it down! Tear it down to its foundations!”+
8 O daughter of Babylon, who is soon to be devastated,+
Happy will be the one who rewards you
With the treatment you inflicted on us.+
9 Happy will be the one who seizes your children
And dashes them against the rocks.+