Psalm 137

₁By the rivers of Babylon, there we sat down, yea, we wept,

When we remembered Zion.

₂We hanged our harps

Upon the willows in the midst thereof.

₃For 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.

₄How shall we sing

The LORD's song in a strange land?

₅If I forget thee, O Jerusalem,

Let my right hand forget her cunning.

₆If I do not remember thee, let my tongue cleave to the roof of my mouth;

If I prefer not Jerusalem above my chief joy.

₇Remember, O LORD, the children of Edom in the day of Jerusalem;

Who said, Rase it, rase it, even to the foundation thereof.

₈O daughter of Babylon, who art to be destroyed;

Happy shall he be, that rewardeth thee as thou hast served us.

₉Happy shall he be, that taketh and dasheth thy little ones

Against the stones.