Psalms 137

1 By the rivers of Babylon we sat down; there we wept when we remembered Zion.

2 On the willows near by we hung up our harps.

3 Those who captured us told us to sing; they told us to entertain them: “Sing us a song about Zion.”

4 How can we sing a song to the Lord in a foreign land?

5 May I never be able to play the harp again if I forget you, Jerusalem!

6 May I never be able to sing again if I do not remember you, if I do not think of you as my greatest joy!

7 Remember, Lord, what the Edomites did the day Jerusalem was captured. Remember how they kept saying, “Tear it down to the ground!”

8 Babylon, you will be destroyed. Happy are those who pay you back for what you have done to us—

9 who take your babies and smash them against a rock.