Psalm 137

BY Babels Rivers deep,
There sate we down to weep:
And thinking still
On Sion hill,
Our tunes in teares we steep.
Our harps, untun'd, unstrung,
On willow-trees wee hung:
Where they of us,
Required thus,
Sing us a Sion-song.
And even there, did they
That carried us away
In captive state,
And desolate,
Urge us to sing and play.
They mirth of us demand,
Tho wasted by their hand:
How shall our tongues
Tune Sions Songs,
Here in a forein land?
Jerus'lem if thou be
Forgotten here of me
In forein land,
Let my right hand
Forget her facultie.
If I forget thee ever,
Then let me prosper never:
But let it cause
My tongue and jaws,
To cleave and cling together.
If for Jerusalem
I do not quite contem'
All joys that be,
And count not thee
Above the chief of them.
Remember LORD the spite
Shew'd by the Edomite:
Thus did they say
In Salems day,
Down with it, raze it quite.
O daughter Babylon,
Whose ruine now comes on:
Oh happie he
That does to thee
As thou to us hast done.
And blessed be his pains
That dasheth out the brains
Of little ones,
Against the stones,
When Babels judgment raigns.