Psalm 137

1By the rivers of Babylon,

There we sat down, yea, we wept,

When we remembered Zion.

2Upon the willows in the midst thereof

We hanged up our harps.

3For there they that led us captive required of us songs,

And they that wasted us required of us mirth, saying,

Sing us one of the songs of Zion.

4How shall we sing Jehovah’s song

In a foreign land?

5If I forget thee, O Jerusalem,

Let my right hand forget her skill.

6Let my tongue cleave to the roof of my mouth,

If I remember thee not;

If I prefer not Jerusalem

Above my chief joy.

7Remember, O Jehovah, against the children of Edom

The day of Jerusalem;

Who said, Rase it, rase it,

Even to the foundation thereof.

8O daughter of Babylon, that art to be destroyed,

Happy shall he be, that rewardeth thee

As thou hast served us.

9Happy shall he be, that taketh and dasheth thy little ones

Against the rock.