Psalm 137 The Mourning of the Exiles in Babylon

137 1  By the rivers of Babylon we sat and wept when we remembered Zion. 2  There on the poplars we hung our harps, 3  for there our captors asked us for songs, our tormentors demanded songs of joy; they said, “Sing us one of the songs of Zion!” 4  How can we sing the songs of the Lord while in a strange land? 5  If I forget you, Jerusalem, may my right hand forget its skill. 6  May my tongue cling to the roof of my mouth if I do not remember you, if I do not consider Jerusalem my highest joy.

7  Remember, Lord, what the Edomites did on the day Jerusalem fell. “Tear it down,” they cried, “tear it down to its foundations!” 8  Daughter Babylon, doomed to destruction, happy is the one who repays you according to what you have done to us. 9  Happy is the one who seizes your infants and dashes them against the rocks.


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