The Mourning of the Exiles in Babylon
137 1 By the rivers of Babylon, there we sat down; yea, we wept when we remembered Zion. 2 We hanged our harps upon the willows in the midst thereof. 3 For there they that carried us away captive required of us a song; and they that made us wail [required] mirth, [saying,] Sing us [one] of the songs of Zion. 4 How should we sing a song of Jehovah's upon a foreign soil? 5 If I forget thee, Jerusalem, let my right hand forget [its skill]; 6 If I do not remember thee, let my tongue cleave to my palate: if I prefer not Jerusalem above my chief joy.
7 Remember, O Jehovah, against the sons of Edom, the day of Jerusalem; who said, Lay [it] bare, Lay [it] bare, down to its foundation! 8 Daughter of Babylon, who art to be laid waste, happy he that rendereth unto thee that which thou hast meted out to us. 9 Happy he that taketh and dasheth thy little ones against the rock.