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1 Beside the rivers of Babylon, we sat and wept
  as we thought of Jerusalem.*

2 We put away our harps,
  hanging them on the branches of poplar trees.

3 For our captors demanded a song from us.
  Our tormentors insisted on a joyful hymn:
  "Sing us one of those songs of Jerusalem!"

4 But how can we sing the songs of the LORD
  while in a pagan land?


5 If I forget you, O Jerusalem,
  let my right hand forget how to play the harp.

6 May my tongue stick to the roof of my mouth
  if I fail to remember you,
  if I don't make Jerusalem my greatest joy.


7 O LORD, remember what the Edomites did
  on the day the armies of Babylon captured Jerusalem.
"Destroy it!" they yelled.
  "Level it to the ground!"

8 O Babylon, you will be destroyed.
  Happy is the one who pays you back
  for what you have done to us.

9 Happy is the one who takes your babies
  and smashes them against the rocks!


Footnotes

  1. ^ 1: 137:1 Hebrew Zion; also in 137:3.