Salmo 137

1 By the rivers of Babylon we sat and wept for Zion.

2 There on the willows we hung our harps;

3 there our captors asked us for songs, our oppressors demanded joyful songs, saying, “Sing for us one of the songs of Zion!”

4 How could we sing the songs of the Lord in a foreign land?

5 May my right hand wither, O Jerusalem, if I forget you!

6 Let my tongue cling to the roof of my mouth if I do not remember you and consider Jerusalem my greatest joy!

7 Remember, Lord, the Edomites and what they did when Jerusalem was destroyed, for they cried out, “Raze it down! Drag it to its foundations!”

8 O city of Babylon, destined for destruction, happy is he who repays you for the evil you have done to us!

9 Happy is he who takes his children and dashes them against the rock.