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  • Psalm 137

    Psalm 137

    137 Alongside Babylon’s streams,
        there we sat down,
        crying because we remembered Zion.
    We hung our lyres up
        in the trees there
        because that’s where our captors asked us to sing;
        our tormentors requested songs of joy:
        “Sing us a song about Zion!” they said.
    But how could we possibly sing
        the Lord’s song on foreign soil?

    Jerusalem! If I forget you,
        let my strong hand wither!
    Let my tongue stick to the roof of my mouth
        if I don’t remember you,
        if I don’t make Jerusalem my greatest joy.

    Lord, remember what the Edomites did
            on Jerusalem’s dark day:
        “Rip it down, rip it down!
        All the way to its foundations!” they yelled.
    Daughter Babylon, you destroyer,
        a blessing on the one who pays you back
        the very deed you did to us!
        A blessing on the one who seizes your children
        and smashes them against the rock!