Psalm 137
By the waters of Babylon we sat down and wept
: when we remembered Zion.
As for our harps we hung them up
: upon the trees that are in that land.
For there those who led us away captive
required of us a song
: and those who had despoiled us demanded mirth, saying
‘Sing us one of the songs of Zion.’
How can we sing the Lord’s song in a strange land?
If I forget you, O Jerusalem
: let my right hand forget its mastery.
Let my tongue cling to the roof of my mouth
: if I do not remember you,
if I do not prefer Jerusalem above my chief joy.
[Remember, O Lord, against the Edomites the day of Jerusalem
: how they said ‘Down with it, down with it, raze it to its foundations.’
O daughter of Babylon, you that lay waste
: happy shall he be who serves you as you have served us;
Happy shall he be who takes your little ones
: and dashes them against the stones.]