Psalms 137

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

Na obali rijeka babilonskih sjeđasmo i plakasmo spominjući se Siona;

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

o vrbe naokolo harfe svoje bijasmo povješali.

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.

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

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

Kako da pjesmu Jahvinu pjevamo u zemlji tuđinskoj!

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

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

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.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Blažen koji zgrabi i smrska o stijenu tvoju dojenčad!