Psalms 137

Na obali rijeka babilonskih sjeđasmo i plakasmo spominjući se Siona;

By the rivers of Babylon, there we sat down, yea, we wept, when we remembered Zion.

o vrbe naokolo harfe svoje bijasmo povješali.

We hanged our harps upon the willows in the midst thereof.

I tada naši tamničari zaiskaše od nas da pjevamo, porobljivači naši zaiskaše da se veselimo: "Pjevajte nam pjesmu sionsku!"

For there they that carried us away captive required of us a song; and they that wasted us required of us mirth, saying, Sing us one of the songs of Zion.

Kako da pjesmu Jahvinu pjevamo u zemlji tuđinskoj!

How shall we sing the LORD'S song in a strange land?

Nek' se osuši desnica moja, Jeruzaleme, ako tebe zaboravim!

If I forget thee, O Jerusalem, let my right hand forget her cunning.

Nek' mi se jezik za nepce prilijepi ako spomen tvoj smetnem ja ikada, ako ne stavim Jeruzalem vrh svake radosti svoje!

If I do not remember thee, let my tongue cleave to the roof of my mouth; if I prefer not Jerusalem above my chief joy.

Ne zaboravi, Jahve, sinovima Edoma kako su u dan kobni Jeruzalemov vikali oni: "Rušite! Srušite ga do temelja!"

Remember, O LORD, the children of Edom in the day of Jerusalem; who said, Rase it, rase it, even to the foundation thereof.

Kćeri babilonska, pustošiteljice, blažen koji ti vrati milo za drago za sva zla što si nam ih nanijela!

O daughter of Babylon, who art to be destroyed; happy shall he be, that rewardeth thee as thou hast served us.

Blažen koji zgrabi i smrska o stijenu tvoju dojenčad!

Happy shall he be, that taketh and dasheth thy little ones against the stones.