Psalm 137

Super flumina
By the waters of Babylon we sat down and wept, *
when we remembered you, O Zion.
As for our harps, we hung them up *
upon the trees that are therein.
For those who led us away captive required of us a song and melody in our heaviness: *
“Sing us one of the songs of Zion.”
How shall we sing the Lord’s song *
in the land of our captivity?
If I forget you, O Jerusalem, *
let my right hand forget its skill.
If I do not remember you, let my tongue cleave to the roof of my mouth, *
if I prefer not Jerusalem above my dearest joy.
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, *
happy shall be the one who rewards you as you have done to us.
Blessed shall he be who takes your children *
and throws them against the stones.

Psalm 138

Confitebor tibi
I will give thanks to you, O Lord, with my whole heart; *
even before the gods will I sing praises to you.
I will worship toward your holy temple and praise your Name because of your loving-kindness and truth, *
for you have magnified your Name and your word above all things.
When I called upon you, you heard me *
and gave me increase of strength.
All the kings of the earth shall praise you, O Lord, *
for they have heard the words of your mouth.
They shall sing of the ways of the Lord, *
that great is the glory of the Lord.
For though the Lord be high, yet he has respect for the lowly; *
as for the proud, he beholds them from afar.
Though I walk in the midst of trouble, yet shall you refresh me; *
you shall stretch forth your hand upon the furiousness of my enemies, and your right hand shall save me.
The Lord shall make good his loving-kindness toward me; *
your mercy, O Lord, endures for ever; despise not the works of your own hands.