137By the arivers of Babylon,There we sat and also bwept,When we rememberedZion.2Upon the 1,awillows in the midst of itWe bhung our lyres.3For there our captorsaasked us about the words of a song,And bour tormentorsaskedjoyfully, saying,“Sing for us one of the songs of Zion.”4How can we sing a song of aYahwehIn a foreignland?5If I aforget you, O Jerusalem,May my righthand1forgether skill.6May my atonguecling to the roofof my mouthIf I do not remember you,If I do not 1,bexaltJerusalemAbove my chiefjoy.7Remember, O Yahweh, against the sons of aEdomThe day of Jerusalem,Who said, “Tear it down! Tear it downbTo its very foundation.”8O daughter of Babylon, you adevastated one,How blessed will be the one whobrepays youWith 1the recompense with which you have recompensed us.9How blessed will be the one whoseizes and adashes your infantsAgainst the cliff.
