Ps. > Chapter 137

1

BY the rivers of Babylon, there we sat down, yea, we wept, when we remembered Zion.

2

We hanged our harps upon the willows in the midst thereof.

3

For 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.

4

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

5

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

6

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

7

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

8

O daughter of Babylon, who art to be destroyed; happy shall he be, that rewardeth thee as thou hast served us.

9

Happy shall he be, that taketh and dasheth thy little ones against the stones.