Psalm 137

1        By Babel's streams we sat and wept,

                   when Sion we thought on.

2        In midst thereof we hang'd our harps

                   the willow-trees upon.

3        For there a song required they,

                   who did us captive bring:

          Our spoilers call'd for mirth, and said,

                   A song of Sion sing.

4        O how the Lord's song shall we sing

                   within a foreign land?

5        If thee, Jerus'lem, I forget,

                   skill part from my right hand.

6        My tongue to my mouth's roof let cleave,

                   if I do thee forget,

          Jerusalem, and thee above

                   my chief joy do not set.

7        Remember Edom's children, Lord,

                   who in Jerus'lem's day,

          Ev'n unto its foundation,

                   Raze, raze it quite, did say.

8        O daughter thou of Babylon,

                   near to destruction;

          Bless'd shall he be that thee rewards,

                   as thou to us hast done.

9        Yea, happy surely shall he be

                   thy tender little ones

          Who shall lay hold upon, and them

                   shall dash against the stones.