Psalms 137

1 There by the rivers of Babylon we sat down; also we wept when we remembered Zion. 2 We hung our lyres on the willows in its midst. 3 For there our captors asked us the words of a song; yea, our plunderers asked joy, saying , Sing to us a song of Zion. 4 How shall we sing the song of Jehovah on a foreign soil? 5 If I forget you, O Jerusalem, let my right hand forget; 6 let my tongue cleave to my palate, if I do not remember you, if I do not bring up Jerusalem above the head of my joy. 7 O Jehovah, remember for the sons of Edom the day of Jerusalem; who said, Make it bare! Make it bare even to its foundation! 8 O daughter of Babylon, O destroyed one! Blessed is he who shall repay to you your reward which you rewarded to us. 9 Blessed is he who seizes your little ones and dashes them against the stone!