Psalm 137

The Mourning of the Exiles in Babylon

¹By the rivers of Babylon,

there we sat down, yea, we wept,

when we remembered Zion.

²We hanged our harps upon the willows in the midst thereof.

³For there they that carried us away captive required of us a song;

and they that wasted us required of us mirth, saying ,

Sing us one of the songs of Zion.

⁴How shall we sing the Lord 's song in a strange land?

⁵If I forget thee, O Jerusalem,

let my right hand forget her cunning .

⁶If I do not remember thee,

let my tongue cleave to the roof of my mouth;

if I prefer not Jerusalem above my chief joy.

⁷Remember, O Lord , the children of Edom

in the day of Jerusalem;

who said, Rase it , rase it ,

even to the foundation thereof.

⁸O daughter of Babylon, who art to be destroyed;[#Rev 18.6.]

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

⁹Happy shall he be , that taketh and dasheth

thy little ones against the stones.