Psalm 137

By the waters of Babylon we sat down and wept  *

when we remembered thee, O Sion.

As for our harps, we hanged them up *

upon the trees that are therein.

For they that led us away captive required of us then a song, and melody in our heaviness *

Sing us one of the songs of Sion.

How shall we sing the Lord’s song *

in a strange land?

If I forget thee, O Jerusalem *

let my right hand forget her cunning.

If I do not remember thee, let my tongue cleave to the roof of my mouth *

yea, if I prefer not Jerusalem in my mirth.

Remember the children of Edom, O Lord, in the day of Jerusalem *

how they said, Down with it, down with it, even to the ground.

O daughter of Babylon , wasted with misery *

yea, happy shall he be that rewardeth thee, as thou hast served us.

Blessed shall he be that taketh thy children *

and throweth them against the stones.