Psalm 137

By the torrents of Babel - there we sat
yea we wept in remembering Zion
on willows in the midst of her we hung our strings
for there our captors asked us the words of a song
and our tormentors mirth
Sing to us a song of Zion
how will we sing such a song of יְהוָה on strange ground?

If I forget you Jerusalem
let my right hand forget
let my tongue cleave to my palate
if I do not remember you
if I do not take you Jerusalem as my chief mirth

Remember יְהוָה of the children of Edom
in the day of Jerusalem
those saying
Expose
expose her to the foundations

Devastating daughter of Babel
happy the one who makes peace with you
even weans you as you weaned us
happy the one who takes and dashes
your unweaned against the rock