137 By the rivers of Babylon
we sit down and weep 1
when we remember Zion.
2 On the poplars in her midst
we hang our harps,
3 for there our captors ask us to compose songs; 2
those who mock us demand that we be happy, saying: 3
“Sing for us a song about Zion!” 4
4 How can we sing a song to the Lord
in a foreign land?
5 If I forget you, O Jerusalem,
may my right hand be crippled! 5
6 May my tongue stick to the roof of my mouth,
if I do not remember you,
and do not give Jerusalem priority
over whatever gives me the most joy. 6
7 Remember, O Lord, what the Edomites did
on the day Jerusalem fell. 7
They said, “Tear it down, tear it down, 8
right to its very foundation!”
8 O daughter Babylon, soon to be devastated! 9
How blessed will be the one who repays you
for what you dished out to us! 10
9 How blessed will be the one who grabs your babies
and smashes them on a rock! 11
138 By David.
I will give you thanks with all my heart;
before the heavenly assembly 1 I will sing praises to you.
2 I will bow down toward your holy temple,
and give thanks to your name,
because of your loyal love and faithfulness,
for you have exalted your promise above the entire sky. 2
3 When 3 I cried out for help, you answered me.
You made me bold and energized me. 4
4 Let all the kings of the earth give thanks 5 to you, O Lord,
when they hear the words you speak. 6
5 Let them sing about the Lord’s deeds, 7
for the Lord’s splendor is magnificent. 8
6 Though the Lord is exalted, he takes note of the lowly,
and recognizes the proud from far away.
7 Even when I must walk in the midst of danger, 9 you revive me.
You oppose my angry enemies, 10
and your right hand delivers me.
8 The Lord avenges me. 11
O Lord, your loyal love endures.
Do not abandon those whom you have made! 12