Psalms 137

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

²We hanged our harps on the willows in the middle thereof.

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.

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

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

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

⁷Remember, O LORD, the children of Edom in the day of Jerusalem; who said, Raze it, raze it, even to the foundation thereof.

⁸O daughter of Babylon, who are to be destroyed; happy shall he be, that rewards you as you have served us.

⁹Happy shall he be, that takes and dashes your little ones against the stones.