Psalms 137

Rotherham(i) 1 By the rivers of Babylon, there, we sat down, yea we wept––when we remembered Zion: 2 Upon the willows––in the midst thereof, hanged we our lyres: 3 For, there, our captors asked of us words of song, and our plunderers––gladness,––Sing us of the songs of Zion! 4 How shall we sing the song of Yahweh, on a foreign soil? 5 If I forget thee, O Jerusalem, Let my right–hand forget: 6 Let my tongue cleave to the roof of my mouth, if I do not remember thee! if I do not lift up Jerusalem above the head of mine own gladness.
7 Remember, O Yahweh, against the sons of Edom, the day of Jerusalem,––how they continued to say––Overthrow! Overthrow! unto the foundation within it. 8 O ruined daughter of Babylon,––how happy the man who shall repay thee thy dealing, wherewith thou didst deal with us! 9 How happy the man who shall snatch away and dash thy children against the crag.