Psalm 137

1 By Babel's streams we sat and wept,
   when we our thoughts to Zion turned.

2 There on the trees we hung our harps,
3 for there our captors asked for songs,

   yes, our tormentors called for mirth:

   "Sing to us one of Zion's songs!"

4 How can we sing the LORD's own songs 

   while we are in a foreign land?

5 If you, Jerus'lem, I forget,

   let my right hand forget it's skill.

6 My tongue be dumb if Salem I

   do not regard as my chief joy.

7 Remember, LORD, when Salem fell,

   that Edom cried, "Raze, Raze it all!"

8 O Babylon, your doom's decreed,

   And happy he who pays you back,

9 who takes your little ones instead

   and dashes them against the rocks.

Tune: Melita