Psalm 137 Tuesday Evening 4
Along the rivers in Babylon, * there we sat; * loudly we wept, * when we remembered you, Zion!
Along the shade trees in her midst * we hung up our harps.
For there our captors demanded of us * words of song,
and our mockers songs of gladness: * “Sing for us a song of Zion!”
Oh how could we sing Yahweh's song * upon alien soil?
Should I forget you, Jerusalem, * let my right hand wither!
Let my tongue stick to my palate, * should I remember you not,
if I do not raise you, Jerusalem, * upon my head in celebration!
Remember Yahweh, O sons of Edom, * for the day of Jerusalem,
when you said, “Strip her, strip her, * to the foundation!”
O Daughter Babylon, you devastator, * blest he who repays you * the evil you have done to us!
Blest he who seizes and dashes * your infants against the rock!