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