Psalm 137

While in captivity, the Jews wept by the rivers of Babylon—Because of sorrow, they could not bear to sing the songs of Zion.

 By the rivers of Babylon, there we sat down, yea, we wept, when we remembered Zion.

 We hanged our harps upon the willows in the midst thereof.

 For there they that carried us away captive required of us a song; and they that wasted us required of us mirth, saying, Sing us one of the songs of Zion.

 How shall we asing the Lord’s song in a strange land?

 If I forget thee, O Jerusalem, let my right hand forget her cunning.

 If I do not remember thee, let my tongue cleave to the roof of my mouth; if I prefer not Jerusalem above my chief joy.

 Remember, O Lord, the children of aEdom in the day of Jerusalem; who said, bRase it, rase it, even to the foundation thereof.

 O daughter of aBabylon, who art to be destroyed; happy shall he be, that rewardeth thee as thou hast served us.

 Happy shall he be, that taketh and dasheth thy little ones against the stones.