¹By the rivers of Babylon, there we sat down; yea, we wept when we remembered Zion. ²We hanged our harps upon the willows in the midst thereof. ³For there they that carried us away captive required of us a song; and they that made us wail required mirth, saying, Sing us one of the songs of Zion. ⁴How should we sing a song of Jehovah’s upon a foreign soil? ⁵If I forget thee, Jerusalem, let my right hand forget its skill; ⁶If I do not remember thee, let my tongue cleave to my palate: if I prefer not Jerusalem above my chief joy.

⁷Remember, O Jehovah, against the sons of Edom, the day of Jerusalem; who said, Lay it bare, Lay it bare, down to its foundation! ⁸Daughter of Babylon, who art to be laid waste, happy he that rendereth unto thee that which thou hast meted out to us. ⁹Happy he that taketh and dasheth thy little ones against the rock.

Psalm 138

A Psalm of David.

I will give thee thanks with my whole heart; before the gods will I sing psalms of thee. I will bow down toward the temple of thy holiness, and celebrate thy name for thy loving-kindness and for thy truth; for thou hast magnified thy word above all thy name. In the day when I called thou answeredst me; thou didst encourage me with strength in my soul. All the kings of the earth shall celebrate thee, Jehovah, when they have heard the words of thy mouth; And they shall sing in the ways of Jehovah, for great is the glory of Jehovah.

⁶For Jehovah is high; but he looketh upon the lowly, and the proud he knoweth afar off. ⁷Though I walk in the midst of trouble, thou wilt revive me: thou wilt stretch forth thy hand against the anger of mine enemies, and thy right hand shall save me. ⁸Jehovah will perfect what concerneth me: thy loving-kindness, O Jehovah, endureth for ever; forsake not the works of thine own hands.

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