תהילים קל״זPsalms 137

By the rivers of Babylon,
there we sat,
sat and wept,
as we thought of Zion.

There on the poplars
we hung up our lyres,

for our captors asked us there for songs,
our tormentors, for amusement:
“Sing us one of the songs of Zion.”

How can we sing a song of GOD
on alien soil?

If I forget you, O Jerusalem,
let my right hand wither;

let my tongue stick to my palate
if I cease to think of you,
if I do not keep Jerusalem in memory
even at my happiest hour.

Remember, O ETERNAL One, against the Edomites
the day of Jerusalem’s fall;
how they cried, “Strip her, strip her
to her very foundations!”

Fair Babylon, you predator,
a blessing on the one who repays you in kind
what you have inflicted on us;

a blessing on the one who seizes your babies
and dashes them against the rocks!