The Message

Psalm 137

11-3 Alongside Babylon’s rivers
    we sat on the banks; we cried and cried,
    remembering the good old days in Zion.
Alongside the quaking aspens
    we stacked our unplayed harps;
That’s where our captors demanded songs,
    sarcastic and mocking:
    “Sing us a happy Zion song!”

4-6 Oh, how could we ever sing God’s song
    in this wasteland?
If I ever forget you, Jerusalem,
    let my fingers wither and fall off like leaves.
Let my tongue swell and turn black
    if I fail to remember you,
If I fail, O dear Jerusalem,
    to honor you as my greatest.

7-9 God, remember those Edomites,
    and remember the ruin of Jerusalem,
That day they yelled out,
    “Wreck it, smash it to bits!”
And you, Babylonians—ravagers!
    A reward to whoever gets back at you
    for all you’ve done to us;
Yes, a reward to the one who grabs your babies
    and smashes their heads on the rocks!

Chinese Contemporary Bible (Simplified)

诗篇 137

被掳者的哀歌

1我们坐在巴比伦河畔,
想起锡安禁不住凄然泪下。
我们把琴挂在柳树上。
俘虏我们的人要我们唱歌,
掳掠我们的人要我们歌唱,说:
“给我们唱一首锡安的歌。”
我们流落异邦,
怎能唱颂赞耶和华的歌呢?
耶路撒冷啊,倘若我忘了你,
情愿我的右手无法再拨弄琴弦;
倘若我忘了你,
不以你为我的至爱,
情愿我的舌头不能再歌唱。

耶和华啊,
求你记住耶路撒冷沦陷时以东人的行径。
他们喊道:
“拆毁这城,把它夷为平地!”
巴比伦城啊,
你快要灭亡了,
那向你以牙还牙为我们复仇的人有福了!
那抓住你的婴孩摔在石头上的人有福了!