Psalms 137
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The Song of Our Captivity
1Along the banks of Babylon’s rivers
we sat as exiles, mourning our captivity,
and wept with great love for Zion.
2Our music and mirth were no longer heard, only sadness.
We hung up our harps on the willow trees.
3Our captors tormented us, saying, “Make music for us and
sing one of your happy Zion-songs!”
4But how could we sing the song of the Lord
in this foreign wilderness?
5May my hands never make music again
if I ever forget you, O Jerusalem.
6May I never be able to sing again if I fail to honor Jerusalem supremely!
7And Lord, may you never forget
what the sons of Edom did to us, saying,
“Let’s raze the city of Jerusalem and burn it to the ground!” # 137:7 The Hebrew text reads “Strip her [Jerusalem] naked!”
8Listen, O Babylon, you evil destroyer!
The one who destroys you will be rewarded above all others.
You will be repaid for what you’ve done to us.
9Great honor will come to those who destroy you and your future,
by smashing your infants against the rubble of your own destruction.
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PSALM 137
1On the floods of Babylon, there we sat, and wept; while we bethought on Zion.
2In sallows in the midst thereof; we hanged up our organs.
3For they that led us prisoners; asked us there the words of songs. And they that led away us said; Sing ye to us an hymn of the songs of Zion.
4How shall we sing a song of the Lord; in an alien land?
5If I forget thee, Jerusalem; my right hand be given to forgetting.
6My tongue cleave to my cheeks; if I bethink not on thee. If I purposed not of thee, Jerusalem; in the beginning of my gladness.
7Lord, have thou mind on the sons of Edom; for the day of Jerusalem. Which say, Extinguish ye, extinguish ye; till to the foundament therein.
8Thou wretched daughter of Bab-ylon; he is blessed, that yieldeth to thee thy yielding, which thou yieldest to us.
9He is blessed, that shall hold; and hurtle down his little children at the stone.
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