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The Book of Psalms
CHAPTER 137. By the rivers of Babylon, there we sat down, and we wept, when we remembered Zion.
2 We hanged our harps upon the willows in the midst thereof.
3 For there they that carried us away captive required of us songs; and they that tormented us required of us mirth, saying, Sing us one of the songs of Zion.
4 How shall we sing the LORD's song in a foreign land?
5 If I forget thee, O Jerusalem, let my right hand forget its cunning.
6 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.
7 Remember, O LORD, what the children of Edom did in the day Jerusalem fell, who said, Raze it, raze it, even to the foundation thereof.
8 O daughter of Babylon, who art to be destroyed; happy shall he be, that rewardeth thee as thou hast served us.
9 Happy shall he be, that taketh and dasheth thy little ones against the stones.
