Psalm 137

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

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