Psalm 137 English Standard Version

The Mourning of the Exiles in Babylon

137 By the waters of Babylon, there we sat down and wept, when we remembered Zion. 2  On the willows[1] there we hung up our lyres. 3  For there our captors required of us songs, and our tormentors, mirth, saying, "Sing us one of the songs of Zion!" 4  How shall we sing the Lord's song in a foreign land? 5  If I forget you, O Jerusalem, let my right hand forget its skill! 6  Let my tongue stick to the roof of my mouth, if I do not remember you, if I do not set Jerusalem above my highest joy!

7  Remember, O Lord, against the Edomites the day of Jerusalem, how they said, "Lay it bare, lay it bare, down to its foundations!" 8  O daughter of Babylon, doomed to be destroyed, blessed shall he be who repays you with what you have done to us! 9  Blessed shall he be who takes your little ones and dashes them against the rock!

Footnotes

[1] 137:2 Or poplars

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