Psalm 137 New Living Translation

The Mourning of the Exiles in Babylon

137 1  Beside the rivers of Babylon, we sat and wept as we thought of Jerusalem. 2  We put away our harps, hanging them on the branches of poplar trees. 3  For our captors demanded a song from us. Our tormentors insisted on a joyful hymn: "Sing us one of those songs of Jerusalem!" 4  But how can we sing the songs of the Lord while in a pagan land? 5  If I forget you, O Jerusalem, let my right hand forget how to play the harp. 6  May my tongue stick to the roof of my mouth if I fail to remember you, if I don't make Jerusalem my greatest joy.

7  O Lord, remember what the Edomites did on the day the armies of Babylon captured Jerusalem. "Destroy it!" they yelled. "Level it to the ground!" 8  O Babylon, you will be destroyed. Happy is the one who pays you back for what you have done to us. 9  Happy is the one who takes your babies and smashes them against the rocks!


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