137 1 By the waters of Babylon,
there we sat down and wept,
when we remembered Zion.
137 2 On the willows there we hung up our lyres.
137 3 For there our captors required of us songs, and our tormentors, mirth,
saying, "Sing us one of the songs of Zion!"
137 4 How shall we sing Yahweh's song in a foreign land?
137 5 If I forget you, O Jerusalem,
let my right hand wither!
137 6 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!
137 7 Remember, O Yahweh, against the Edomites the day of Jerusalem,
how they said, "Rase it, rase it! Down to its foundations!"
137 8 O daughter of Babylon, you devastator!
Happy shall he be who requites you with what you have done to us!
137 9 Happy shall he be who takes your little ones
and dashes them against the rock!