Psalm 137

Psalm 137

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.