Do Not Hang Up Your Harp

Psalm 137

1By the rivers of Babylon,

There we sat down and wept,

When we remembered Zion.

2Upon the willows in the midst of it

We hung our harps.

3For there our captors demanded of us songs,

And our tormentors mirth, saying,

“Sing us one of the songs of Zion.”

4How can we sing the Lord’s song

In a foreign land?

5If I forget you, O Jerusalem,

May my right hand forget her skill.

6May my tongue cling to the roof of my mouth

If I do not remember you,

If I do not exalt Jerusalem

Above my chief joy.

7Remember, O Lord, against the sons of Edom

The day of Jerusalem,

Who said, “Raze it, raze it

To its very foundation.”

8O daughter of Babylon, you devastated one,

How blessed will be the one who repays you

With the recompense with which you have repaid us.

9How blessed will be the one who seizes and dashes your little ones

Against the rock.

Do Not Hang Up Your Harp