Weeping by Babylon's Rivers
137 1 By the rivers of Babylon, there we sat down and wept, when we remembered Zion. 2 On the willows there we hung up our lyres. 3 For there our captors demanded songs from us, and our tormentors called for joy, saying, "Sing us one of the songs of Zion!"
4 How can we sing our Father's song in a foreign land? 5 If I forget you, Jerusalem, let my right hand forget its skill. 6 Let my tongue cling to the roof of my mouth, if I do not remember you, if I do not set Jerusalem above my highest joy.
7 Remember, our Father, against the Edomites the day Jerusalem fell, how they said, "Tear it down! Tear it down! Down to its very foundations!" 8 Daughter of Babylon, doomed to be destroyed, blessed is the one who repays you with what you have done to us! 9 Blessed is the one who takes your little ones and dashes them against the rock! a a v9 Jesus took the cry for justice to the cross, praying, "Father, forgive them" — and taught his people to love their enemies. The honest rage of the exiles is brought to our Father, who alone can answer it.