গীতসংহিতা ১৩৭
2By the willow trees, in their midst, we hung up our instruments.
3For, in that place, those who led us into captivity questioned us about the words of the songs. And
4How can we sing a song of the Lord in a foreign land?
5If I ever forget you, Jerusalem, let my right hand be forgotten.
6May my tongue adhere to my jaws, if I do not remember you, if I do not set Jerusalem first, as the beginning of my joy.
7O Lord, call to mind the sons of Edom, in the day of Jerusalem, who say: “Despoil it, despoil it, even
8O daughter of Babylon, have pity. Blessed is he who will repay you with your payment, which you have paid to us.
9Blessed is he who will take hold of your little ones and dash them against the rock.