Psalm 137
By the rivers of Babylon, we sat and wept,
when remembering Zion where we used to live.
In the willow trees there hung the harps that we kept.
But our captors demanded a song that we give;
our tormentors required a song filled with joy:
Sing a song — one from Zion, when you were a boy.
How can we sing the songs of the Lord in this land?
Oh Jerusalem, if you were lost from our thought,
then allow me to forfeit the skill of my hand!
Let my tongue to the roof of my mouth then be caught,
if you are not remembered when you're out of sight,
and if I don't make you my chief joy and delight!
Now remember, O LORD, when our overthrow loomed,
Edom cried out, Destroy them, till each block's mislaid.
O you daughter of Babylon, blessedly doomed,
for the things of your past, you will soon be repaid.
Oh, how blessed is he who has taken your young,
and then smashes them there on the rocks where they're flung.
when remembering Zion where we used to live.
In the willow trees there hung the harps that we kept.
But our captors demanded a song that we give;
our tormentors required a song filled with joy:
Sing a song — one from Zion, when you were a boy.
How can we sing the songs of the Lord in this land?
Oh Jerusalem, if you were lost from our thought,
then allow me to forfeit the skill of my hand!
Let my tongue to the roof of my mouth then be caught,
if you are not remembered when you're out of sight,
and if I don't make you my chief joy and delight!
Now remember, O LORD, when our overthrow loomed,
Edom cried out, Destroy them, till each block's mislaid.
O you daughter of Babylon, blessedly doomed,
for the things of your past, you will soon be repaid.
Oh, how blessed is he who has taken your young,
and then smashes them there on the rocks where they're flung.
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