Psalms 137

1By the rivers of Babylon we were seated, weeping at the memory of Zion,

1By the rivers of Babylon, there we sat down, yea, we wept, when we remembered Zion.

1By the rivers of Babylon, There we sat down, yea, we wept, When we remembered Zion.

2Hanging our instruments of music on the trees by the waterside.

2We hanged our harps upon the willows in the midst thereof.

2Upon the willows in the midst thereof We hanged up our harps.

3For there those who had taken us prisoners made request for a song; and those who had taken away all we had gave us orders to be glad, saying, Give us one of the songs of Zion.

3For there they that carried us away captive required of us a song; and they that wasted us required of us mirth, saying, Sing us one of the songs of Zion.

3For there they that led us captive required of us songs, And they that wasted us required of us mirth, saying, Sing us one of the songs of Zion.

4How may we give the Lord's song in a strange land?

4How shall we sing the Lord’s song in a strange land?

4How shall we sing Jehovah’s song In a foreign land?

5If I keep not your memory, O Jerusalem, let not my right hand keep the memory of its art.

5If I forget thee, O Jerusalem, let my right hand forget her cunning.

5If I forget thee, O Jerusalem, Let my right hand forget her skill.

6If I let you go out of my thoughts, and if I do not put Jerusalem before my greatest joy, let my tongue be fixed to the roof of my mouth.

6If I do not remember thee, let my tongue cleave to the roof of my mouth; if I prefer not Jerusalem above my chief joy.

6Let my tongue cleave to the roof of my mouth, If I remember thee not; If I prefer not Jerusalem Above my chief joy.

7O Lord, keep in mind against the children of Edom the day of Jerusalem; how they said, Let it be uncovered, uncovered even to its base.

7Remember, O Lord, the children of Edom in the day of Jerusalem; who said, Rase it, rase it, even to the foundation thereof.

7Remember, O Jehovah, against the children of Edom The day of Jerusalem; Who said, Rase it, rase it, Even to the foundation thereof.

8O daughter of Babylon, whose fate is destruction; happy is the man who does to you what you have done to us.

8O daughter of Babylon, who art to be destroyed; happy shall he be, that rewardeth thee as thou hast served us.

8O daughter of Babylon, that art to be destroyed, Happy shall he be, that rewardeth thee As thou hast served us.

9Happy is the man who takes your little ones, crushing them against the rocks.

9Happy shall he be, that taketh and dasheth thy little ones against the stones.

9Happy shall he be, that taketh and dasheth thy little ones Against the rock.