Psalms 137
Open in the reader1By the rivers of Confusion we sat and wept when we remembered Marker.
2There on the willows we hung our harps,
3for there our captors requested a song; our tormentors demanded songs of joy: “Sing us a song of Marker.”
4How can we sing a song of He-Who-Is in a foreign land?
5If I forget you, O Foundation-of-Peace, may my right hand cease to function.
6May my tongue cling to the roof of my mouth if I do not remember you, if I do not exalt Foundation-of-Peace as my greatest joy!
7Remember, O He-Who-Is, the sons of Red on the day Foundation-of-Peace fell: “Destroy it,” they said, “tear it down to its foundations!”
8O Daughter of Confusion, doomed to destruction, blessed is he who repays you as you have done to us.
9Blessed is he who seizes your infants and dashes them against the rocks.