CHAPTER 137
for
there
our captors
requested
a song,
and our tormentors demanded
songs of joy:
“Sing
us
a song
of Zion.”
May my tongue
cling
to the roof of my mouth
if
I do not
remember you,
if
I do not
exalt
Jerusalem
as
my greatest
joy!
Remember,
O LORD,
the sons
of Edom
on the day
Jerusalem fell:
“Destroy it,”
they said,
“tear it down
to
its foundations!”