Psalm 137

AS wee nigh Babel River sate,
Wee, overcharg'd with weepings were,
To thinck on Syon's pore estate;
And hung our harpes, on willowes there:
For, they to whome wee were inthralled,
On vs, for songs of Syon, called.

Come sing, they sayd, a Syon-hymne.
Lord! cann wee sing thy songs in thrall?
Vnles (Oh dear Ierusalem)
Thee, in my mirth, preferr I shall;
Or, if the thought of thee forgoe mee,
Let hand & tongue, prove vseles to me.

Oh Lord, remember Edom's brood,
And, how, whilst they Ierusalem,
Vnsackt, & vndefaced stood,
Her spoile was hast'ned on, by them.
For, loud thy cryed, race it, race it;
And, to the groundwork, downe deface it.

Oh daughter of proud Babilon,
Thou shalt, likewise, destroyed be;
And, he will prove a blessed-one,
Who shall avenge our Cause on thee:
Ev'n hee, that payes thee our disgraces;
And, braines thy babes, in stony-places.

Another of the same.
AS nigh Babel streames wee fate,
(Full of greefs, & vnbefreinded)
Minding Syon's pore estate,
From our eyes, the teares descended;
And, our Harps wee hanged, by,
On the willowes, growing nigh.

For, (insulting on our woe)
They, that vs had there inthralled,
(Their imperious powre to showe)
For a song of Syon, called.
Come yee Captives, come, said they;
Sing vs now, an Hebrewe Lay.

But, oh Lord, what hart had wee?
In a forraigne habitation,
To repeat our songs of thee,
For our spoiler's recreation?
Ah, alas! wee cannot, yet,
Thee, Ierusalem, forget.

Oh Ierusalem! if I
Do not mourne, (all pleasure shunninge)
Whilst thy walls defaced lie;
Let my righthand, loose his cunninge:
And, for ever, let my tounge
To my Pallet, fast be Clung.

Oh remember, blessed Lord,
E're Ierusalem was wasted,
How the sonns of Edom roar'd;
And, her totall ruine hasted:
Till, they levell, all had laid,
Rase it, rase it quite, they said.

But, thou shalt be spoiled thus;
And, be vs'd (oh Babels daughter)
Iust as thou hast vsed vs.
And, that man, who in thy slaughter,
On the stones, thy Child'ren braines,
Shall be blessed, for his paines.