Psalm 137⁷

137:1 By the rivers of Babylon
we sit down and weep¹
when we remember Zion.
137:2 On the poplars in her midst
we hang our harps,
137:3 for there our captors ask us to compose songs,²
those who mock us demand that we be happy, saying:³
“Sing for us a song about Zion!”⁴
137:4 How can we sing a song to the LORD
in a foreign land?
137:5 If I forget you, O Jerusalem,
may my right hand be crippled!⁵
137:6 May my tongue stick to the roof of my mouth,
if I do not remember you,
and do not give Jerusalem priority
over whatever gives me the most joy.⁶
137:7 Remember, O LORD, what the Edomites did
on the day Jerusalem fell.⁷
They said, “Tear it down, tear it down,⁸
right to its very foundation!”
137:8 O daughter Babylon, soon to be devastated!⁹
How happy will be the one who repays you
for what you dished out to us!¹⁰
137:9 How happy will be the one who grabs your babies
and smashes them on a rock!¹¹