Psalms 137

1 By the rivers of Babylon, there we sat and wept when we remembered Zion.

2 On the willows in its midst we hung our instruments.

3 There our captors asked us for words of songs, and those who carried us away asked for a hymn:

“Sing us one of Zion’s songs.”

4 How can we sing the Lord’s song in a foreign land?

5 If I forget you, Jerusalem, may my right hand be forgotten.

6 May my tongue cling to my throat if I do not remember you, if I do not place Jerusalem at the beginning of my gladness.

7 Lord, remember Edom’s sons on Jerusalem’s day, when they said,

“Empty it! Empty it down to its foundation!”

8 Miserable daughter of Babylon, blessed is the one who repays you the repayment you gave us.

9 Blessed is the one who seizes your infants and dashes them against the rock.