THE *BOOK OF
Psalm 137 ©
A sad complaint of the Jews in Babylon about the scoffing and jeering of their enemies, which would have them sing merry songs; their constant hope in God, together with a curse upon Edom and Babylon.
BY1 the 2rivers of 3Babylon, 4there we sat down, yea, we wept, when we remembered 5Zion.
We 6hanged our harps 7upon the willows 8in the midst thereof.
For there they that carried us away captive 9required of us 10a song; and they 11thata wasted 12us required of us 13mirth, saying, Sing us one 14of the songs of Zion.
15How shall we sing 16the LORD’S song 17in a strange land?
18If I forget thee, O Jerusalem, let my right hand forget her cunning.
If I do not remember thee, let 19my tongue cleave to the roof of my mouth; 20if I prefer not Jerusalem above my chief joy.
21Remember,b O LORD, the chil-dren of Edom in 22the day of Jerusalem; who 23said, 24Rase it, rasecit, even 25to the foundation thereof.
26O daughter of Babylon, who art to be 27destroyed; 28happydshall he be, that rewardeth thee as thou hast 29served us.
Happy shall he be, 30that taketh and 31dasheth thy little ones against the stones.