New International Reader's Version

Psalm 137

Psalm 137

We were sitting by the rivers of Babylon.
    We wept when we remembered what had happened to Zion.
On the nearby poplar trees
    we hung up our harps.
Those who held us as prisoners asked us to sing.
    Those who enjoyed hurting us ordered us to sing joyful songs.
    They said, “Sing one of the songs of Zion to us!”

How can we sing the songs of the Lord
    while we are in another land?
Jerusalem, if I forget you,
    may my right hand never be able to play the harp again.
If I don’t remember you,
    may my tongue stick to the roof of my mouth so I can’t sing.
May it happen if I don’t consider Jerusalem
    to be my greatest joy.

Lord, remember what the people of Edom did
    on the day Jerusalem fell.
“Tear it down!” they cried.
    “Tear it down to the ground!”

People of Babylon, you are sentenced to be destroyed.
    Happy is the person who pays you back
    according to what you have done to us.
Happy is the person who grabs your babies
    and smashes them against the rocks.

Chinese Contemporary Bible (Traditional)

詩篇 137

被擄者的哀歌

1我們坐在巴比倫河畔,
想起錫安禁不住淒然淚下。
我們把琴掛在柳樹上。
俘虜我們的人要我們唱歌,
擄掠我們的人要我們歌唱,說:
「給我們唱一首錫安的歌。」
我們流落異邦,
怎能唱頌讚耶和華的歌呢?
耶路撒冷啊,倘若我忘了你,
情願我的右手無法再撥弄琴弦;
倘若我忘了你,
不以你為我的至愛,
情願我的舌頭不能再歌唱。

耶和華啊,
求你記住耶路撒冷淪陷時以東人的行徑。
他們喊道:
「拆毀這城,把它夷為平地!」
巴比倫城啊,
你快要滅亡了,
那向你以牙還牙為我們復仇的人有福了!
那抓住你的嬰孩摔在石頭上的人有福了!