PSAL. CXXXVII. Second Meeter

By water-floods of Babylon, there have we sitten down; Yea, there we mourned, when as we did Sion think upon. Our harp in midst of her we did hang Willow trees among. For there they us who captive led requir'd of us a song:

Who laid us waste, askt mirth, sing us a Sions song do ye. How in a land of strangers sing Jehovahs song shall we? O thou Jerusalem, if I of thee forgetful be: Then let my right hand quite forget her own dexterity.

If I thee mind not, let my tongue not from my palat move: If I set not Jerusalem my chiefest joy above: Remind, Lord, Edoms sons, who on Jerusalem her day. Raze it to her foundation raze it again said they.

Thou Babels daughter must be waste that man shall happy be, That like as thou us served hast, so recompenseth thee. Yea, happy he shall surely be, that strongly up doth take Thy little ones, & 'gainst hard stones. doth them in pieces break.