137:1 By the rivers of Babylon we sat and wept when we remembered Zion.
137:2 There on the poplars we hung our harps,
137:3 for there our captors asked us for songs, our tormentors demanded songs of joy they said, Sing us one of the songs of Zion!
137:4 How can we sing the songs of the LORD while in a foreign land?
137:5 If I forget you, O Jerusalem, may my right hand forget its skill.
137:6 May my tongue cling to the roof of my mouth if I do not remember you, if I do not consider Jerusalem my highest joy.
137:7 Remember, O LORD, what the Edomites did on the day Jerusalem fell. Tear it down, they cried, tear it down to its foundations!
137:8 Daughter of Babylon, doomed to destruction, happy is he who repays you for what you have done to us
137:9 he who seizes your infants and dashes them against the rocks.138 OF DAVID.