Psalm 137

¹ The rivers on of Babylon

there when we did sit down:

yea even then we mourned, when

we remember’d Sion.

² Our harps we did hang it amid,

upon the willow tree.

³ Because there they that us away

led in captivity,

requir’d of us a song, and thus

ask’d mirth: us waste who laid,

sing us among a Zion’s song,

unto us then they said.

⁴ The Lord’s song sing can we? being

⁵ in stranger’s land. Then let

loose her skill my right hand, if I

Jerusalem forget.

⁶ Let cleave my tongue my palate on,

if mind thee do not I:

if chief joys o’er I prize not more

Jerusalem my joy.

⁷ Remember Lord, Edom’s sons’ word,

unto the ground said they,

it rase, it rase, when as it was

Jerusalem her day.

⁸ Blest shall he be, that payeth thee,

daughter of Babylon,

who must be waste: that which thou hast

rewarded us upon.

⁹ O happy he shall surely be

that taketh up, that eke

thy little ones against the stones

doth into pieces break.