Psalm 137

1By the rivers of Babylon

we sat down and wept

when we thought about Zion.

2On the poplars there

we hung our harps.

3There our captors required songs from us,

and those who mocked us required us to be happy, saying,

“Sing us one of the songs of Zion.”

4How could we sing a song about Yahweh

in a foreign land?

5If I ignore the memory of you, Jerusalem,

let my right hand forget her skill.

6Let my tongue cling to the roof of my mouth

if I think about you no more,

if I do not prefer Jerusalem

more than my greatest delights.

7Call to mind, Yahweh, what the Edomites did

on the day Jerusalem fell.

They said, “Tear it down, tear it down

to its foundations.”

8Daughter of Babylon, soon to be destroyed—

may the person be blessed, whoever pays you back

for what you have done to us.

9May the person be blessed, whoever takes and dashes your little ones

against a rock.