Psalms 137

By the rivers of Babylon, there we sat down.

On the willows in that land,

For there, those who led us captive asked us for songs.

How can we sing Yahweh’s song in a foreign land?

If I forget you, Jerusalem,

Let my tongue stick to the roof of my mouth if I don’t remember you,

Remember, Yahweh, against the children of Edom in the day of Jerusalem,

Daughter of Babylon, doomed to destruction,

Happy shall he be,