How shall we sing the LORD's song in a foreign land?
If I forget you, O Jerusalem,
let my right hand wither!
Let my tongue cleave to the roof of my mouth,
if I do not remember you,
if I do not set Jerusalem above my highest joy!
Remember, O LORD, against the E'domites the day of Jerusalem,
how they said, "Rase it, rase it! Down to its foundations!"
O daughter of Babylon, you devastator!
Happy shall he be who requites you with what you have done to us!
Happy shall he be who takes your little ones
and dashes them against the rock!
<< | Psalms: 137 | >> |
---|