The constancy of the Jews in captivity.

137:1 By the rivers of Babylon, there we sat down.
Yes, we wept, when we remembered Zion.

137:2 On the willows in its midst,
we hung up our harps.

137:3 For there, those who led us captive asked us for songs.
Those who tormented us demanded songs of joy:
“Sing us one of the songs of Zion!”

137:4 How can we sing Yahweh’s song in a foreign land?

137:5 If I forget you, Jerusalem,
let my right hand forget its skill.

137:6 Let my tongue stick to the roof of my mouth if I don’t remember you;
if I don’t prefer Jerusalem above my chief joy.

The prophet curses Edom and Babel.

137:7 Remember, Yahweh, against the children of Edom,
the day of Jerusalem;
who said, “Raze it!
Raze it even to its foundation!”

137:8 Daughter of Babylon, doomed to destruction,
he will be happy who rewards you,
as you have served us.

137:9 Happy shall he be,
who takes and dashes your little ones against the rock.