Psalm 137.

 1  By Babel's streams we sat and wept,
       when Zion we thought on.
 2  In midst thereof we hanged our harps
       the willow-trees upon.

 3  For there a song required they,
       who did us captive bring:
    Our spoilers called for mirth, and said,
       A song of Zion 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'lems day,
    Ev'n unto its foundation,
       Raze, raze it quite, did say.

 8  O daughter thou of Babylon,
       near to destruction;
    Blessed 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.



 

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