Psalms 137

1Alongside Babylon’s streams, there we sat down, crying because we remembered Zion.

2We hung our lyres up in the trees there

3because that’s where our captors asked us to sing; our tormentors requested songs of joy: “Sing us a song about Zion!” they said.

4But how could we possibly sing the LORD’s song on foreign soil?

5Jerusalem! If I forget you, let my strong hand wither!

6Let my tongue stick to the roof of my mouth if I don’t remember you, if I don’t make Jerusalem my greatest joy.

7LORD, remember what the Edomites did on Jerusalem’s dark day: “Rip it down, rip it down!” “All the way to its foundations!” they yelled.

8Daughter Babylon, you destroyer, a blessing on the one who pays you back the very deed you did to us!

9A blessing on the one who seizes your children and smashes them against the rock!