137 By the rivers of Babylon, there we sat.
We wept when we remembered Zion.
2 Upon the poplar trees in her midst,
We hung our harps.
3 For there our captors asked us for a song,
Those mocking us wanted amusement:
“Sing for us one of the songs of Zion.”
4 How can we sing the song of Ahv'ah {Heb. Yahvah}
On foreign soil?
5 If I should forget you, O Yerushalom,
Let my right hand be forgetful.
6 Let my tongue stick to my palate
If I do not remember you,
If I do not place Yerushalom above
My greatest reasons for rejoicing.
7 Remember, O Ahv'ah {Heb. Yahvah},
What the Eʹdom·ites said on the day Yerushalom fell:
“Tear it down! Tear it down to its foundations!”
8 O daughter of Babylon, who is soon to be devastated,
Happy will be the one who rewards you
With the treatment you inflicted on us.
9 Happy will be the one who seizes your children
And dashes them against the rocks.