Psalm 137

1 By the rivers of Babylon, there we sat down and we wept in our remembering Zion.

2 Upon the willows in her midst, we hung our harps.

3 For there our captors required of us the words of a song, and our tormentors, joy: “Sing to us a song of Zion.”

4 How can we sing a song of YHWH in a foreign land?

5 If I should forget you, O Jerusalem, may my right hand forget.

6 May my tongue cling to my palate, if I do not remember you, if I do not exalt Jerusalem above my chief joy!

7 Remember, O YHWH, about the sons of Edom, on the day of Jerusalem—those saying, “Lay [her] bare! Lay [her] bare to her foundation!”

8 O Daughter of Babylon, O destroyed one, blessed [is] he who repays to you, dealing with you as you have dealt with us!

9 Blessed [is] he who seizes and dashes your infants against the rock!