Psalm 137:1-6
By the rivers of Babylon— there we sat down
and there we wept when we remembered Zion. On the willows there we
hung up our harps. For there our captors asked us for songs, and our
tormentors asked for mirth, saying, ‘Sing us one of the songs of
Zion!’ How could we sing the LORD’s song in a foreign land? If I
forget you, O Jerusalem, let my right hand wither! Let my tongue
cling to the roof of my mouth, if I do not remember you, if I do not
set Jerusalem above my highest joy. Remember, O LORD, against the
Edomites the day of Jerusalem’s fall, how they said, ‘Tear it down!
Tear it down! Down to its foundations!’ O daughter Babylon, you
devastator! Happy shall they be who pay you back what you have done
to us! Happy shall they be who take your little ones and dash them
against the rock!
