Psalm 137

¹By Babel 's streams we sat and wept,

when Sion we thought on.

²In midst thereof we hang'd our harps

the willow-trees upon.

³For there a song required they,

who did us captive bring:

Our spoilers call'd for mirth, and said,

A song of Sion sing.

⁴O how the Lord's song shall we sing

within a foreign land?

⁵If thee, Jerus'lem, I forget,

skill part from my right hand.

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

if I do thee forget,

Jerusalem , and thee above

my chief joy do not set.

⁷Remember Edom's children, Lord,

who in Jerus'lems day,

Ev'n unto its foundation,

Raze, raze it quite, did say.

⁸O daughter thou of Babylon,

near to destruction;

Bless'd shall he be that thee rewards,

as thou to us hast done.

⁹Yea, happy surely shall he be

thy tender little ones

Who shall lay hold upon, and them

shall dash against the stones.

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