Psalms 137

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

1By rivers of Babylon--There we did sit, Yea, we wept when we remembered Zion.

1For David himself. I will praise thee, O Lord, with my whole heart: for thou hast heard the words of my mouth. I will sing praise to thee in the sight of the angels:

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

2On willows in its midst we hung our harps.

2I will worship towards thy holy temple, and I will give glory to thy name. For thy mercy, and for thy truth: for thou hast magnified thy holy name above all.

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.

3For there our captors asked us the words of a song, And our spoilers--joy: `Sing ye to us of a song of Zion.'

3In what day soever I shall call upon thee, hear me: thou shalt multiply strength in my soul.

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

4How do we sing the song of Jehovah, On the land of a stranger?

4May all the kings of the earth give glory to thee: for they have heard all the words of thy mouth.

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

5If I forget thee, O Jerusalem, my right hand forgetteth!

5And let them sing in the ways of the Lord: for great is the glory of the Lord.

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

6My tongue doth cleave to my palate, If I do not remember thee, If I do not exalt Jerusalem above my chief joy.

6For the Lord is high, and looketh on the low: and the high he knoweth afar off.

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

7Remember, Jehovah, for the sons of Edom, The day of Jerusalem, Those saying, `Rase, rase to its foundation!'

7If I shall walk in the midst of tribulation, thou wilt quicken me: and thou hast stretched forth thy hand against the wrath of my enemies: and thy right hand hath saved me.

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

8O daughter of Babylon, O destroyed one, O the happiness of him who repayeth to thee thy deed, That thou hast done to us.

8The Lord will repay for me: thy mercy, O Lord, endureth for ever: O despise not the works of thy hands.

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

9O the happiness of him who doth seize, And hath dashed thy sucklings on the rock!

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