137:1   By the rivers of Babylon we sat down; there we wept when we remembered Zion.

137:2   On the willows near by we hung up our harps.

137:3   Those who captured us told us to sing; they told us to entertain them: "Sing us a song about Zion."

137:4   How can we sing a song to the LORD in a foreign land?

137:5   May I never be able to play the harp again if I forget you, Jerusalem!

137:6   May I never be able to sing again if I do not remember you, if I do not think of you as my greatest joy!

137:7   Remember, LORD, what the Edomites did the day Jerusalem was captured. Remember how they kept saying, "Tear it down to the ground!"

137:8   Babylon, you will be destroyed. Happy are those who pay you back for what you have done to us---

137:9   who take your babies and smash them against a rock.