Psa 137:1 By the rivers of Babel, There we sat down and we wept As we remembered Tsiyon.
Psa 137:2 We hung our lyres Upon the willows in the midst of it.
Psa 137:3 For there our captors Asked us for the words of a song, And our plunderers for rejoicing, saying, “Sing to us a song of Tsiyon!”
Psa 137:4 How could we sing the song of Yahuah On foreign soil?
Psa 137:5 If I forget you, O Yerushalayim, Let my right hand forget.
Psa 137:6 Let my tongue cleave to my palate, If I do not remember you, If I do not exalt Yerushalayim Above my chief joy.
Psa 137:7 Remember, O Yahuah, against the sons of Edom The day of Yerushalayim, Who said, “Lay it bare, lay it bare, To its foundation!”
Psa 137:8 O daughter of Babel, who are to be destroyed, Blessed is he who repays you your deed, What you did to us!
Psa 137:9 Blessed is he who shall take And dash your little ones against the rock.
HalleluYah.
