1 Às margens dos rios da Babilônia, nós nos assentávamos e chorávamos,
lembrando-nos de Sião.
2 Nos salgueiros que lá havia,
pendurávamos as nossas harpas,
3 pois aqueles que nos levaram cativos nos pediam canções,
e os nossos opressores, que fôssemos alegres, dizendo:
Entoai-nos algum dos cânticos de Sião.
4 Como, porém, haveríamos de entoar o canto do Senhor
em terra estranha?
5 Se eu de ti me esquecer, ó Jerusalém,
que se resseque a minha mão direita.
6 Apegue-se-me a língua ao paladar,
se me não lembrar de ti,
se não preferir eu Jerusalém
à minha maior alegria.
7 Contra os filhos de Edom, lembra-te, Senhor,
do dia de Jerusalém,
pois diziam: Arrasai, arrasai-a,
até aos fundamentos.
8 Filha da Babilônia, que hás de ser destruída,
feliz aquele que te der o pago
do mal que nos fizeste.
9 Feliz aquele que pegar teus filhos
e esmagá-los contra a pedra.
1 By the rivers of Babylon,
There we sat down, yea, we wept,
When we remembered Zion.
2 Upon the willows in the midst thereof
We hanged up our harps.
3 For there they that led us captive required of us songs,
And they that wasted us required of us mirth, saying,
Sing us one of the songs of Zion.
4 How shall we sing Jehovah’s song
In a foreign land?
5 If I forget thee, O Jerusalem,
Let my right hand forget her skill.
6 Let my tongue cleave to the roof of my mouth,
If I remember thee not;
If I prefer not Jerusalem
Above my chief joy.
7 Remember, O Jehovah, against the children of Edom
The day of Jerusalem;
Who said, Rase it, rase it,
Even to the foundation thereof.
8 O daughter of Babylon, that art to be destroyed,
Happy shall he be, that rewardeth thee
As thou hast served us.
9 Happy shall he be, that taketh and dasheth thy little ones
Against the rock.
1 By the rivers of Babylon we sat and wept when we remembered Zion.
2 There on the poplars we hung our harps,
3 for there our captors asked us for songs, our tormentors demanded songs of joy; they said, "Sing us one of the songs of Zion!"
4 How can we sing the songs of the LORD while in a foreign land?
5 If I forget you, Jerusalem, may my right hand forget its skill.
6 May my tongue cling to the roof of my mouth if I do not remember you, if I do not consider Jerusalem my highest joy.
7 Remember, LORD, what the Edomites did on the day Jerusalem fell. "Tear it down," they cried, "tear it down to its foundations!"
8 Daughter Babylon, doomed to destruction, happy is the one who repays you according to what you have done to us.
9 Happy is the one who seizes your infants and dashes them against the rocks.