137 We sat beside the rivers in Babylon—

sat and wept when we thought about Tsiyyon (Zion).

2 We hung our harps there on the willow trees

3 because our captors there had demanded that we sing songs,

and those who never stopped mocking us said,

“Sing us one of the songs from Tsiyyon.”

4 How could we sing a song about Yahweh

while we were captive in a foreign country?

5 If I forget about you, Yerushalem,

may my right hand forget how to do anything.

6 Let my tongue stick to my palate if I don’t keep remembering you—

if I don’t prioritise Yerushalem over my favourite pastime.

7 Remember, Yahweh, the day Yerushalem fell,

how the Edomites said,

“Tear it down—tear it down to its foundations.”

8 You daughter of Babylon who will be destroyed—

blessed be the one who repays you for what you did to us.[ref]

9 Blessed be the one who seizes your little ones

and smashes them against the rocks.