Psalm 137

New Coverdale Version

By the waters of Babylon we sat down and wept, * when we remembered you, O Zion.

As for our harps, we hung them up * upon the trees that are therein.

For those who led us away captive required of us a song and melody in our heaviness: * “Sing us one of the songs of Zion.”

How shall we sing the Lord’s song * in the land of our captivity?

If I forget you, O Jerusalem, * let my right hand forget its skill.

If I do not remember you, let my tongue cleave to the roof of my mouth, * if I prefer not Jerusalem above my dearest joy.

Remember the children of Edom, O Lord, in the day of Jerusalem, * how they said, “Down with it, down with it, even to the ground.”

O daughter of Babylon, wasted with misery, * happy shall be the one who rewards you as you have done to us.

Blessed shall he be who takes your children * and throws them against the stones.