Psalms 137

ISV(i) 1 There we sat down and cried {— } by the rivers of Babylon {— } as we remembered Zion. 2 On the willows there we hung our harps, 3 for it was there that our captors asked us for songs and our torturers demanded joy from us, "Sing us one of the songs about Zion!" 4 How are we to sing the song of the LORD on foreign soil? 5 If I forget you, Jerusalem, may my right hand cease to function. 6 May my tongue stick to the roof of my mouth if I don't remember you, if I don't consider Jerusalem to be more important than my highest joy. 7 Remember the day of Jerusalem's fall, LORD, because of the Edomites, who kept saying, "Tear it down! Tear it right down to its foundations!" 8 Daughter of Babylon! You devastator! How blessed will be the one who pays you back for what you have done to us. 9 How blessed will be the one who seizes your young children and pulverizes them against the cliff!