Psalms Chapter 137
Chillin' by the rivers of Babylon, we wept hard, thinking about Zion. The vibes were super heavy.
By the rivers of Babylon, there we sat down, yea, we wept, when we remembered Zion.
Our harps got tossed on the willows, just soaking in the moment.
We hanged our harps upon the willows in the midst thereof.
The homies who snatched us up were like, "Ayo, hit us with a jam from Zion!" No cap.
For there they that carried us away captive required of us a song; and they that wasted us {required of us} mirth, {saying}, Sing us {one} of the songs of Zion. {a song: Heb. the words of a song} {wasted...: Heb. laid us on heaps}
How can we even drop the Lord's track in a spot that’s mad sus?
How shall we sing the LORD'S song in a strange land? {strange...: Heb. land of a stranger?}
If I forget you, Jerusalem, my right hand's gonna be completely washed.
If I forget thee, O Jerusalem, let my right hand forget {her cunning}.
If I don't keep you in mind, let my tongue stick to the roof of my mouth; Jerusalem's gotta be my ultimate joy, fr.
If I do not remember thee, let my tongue cleave to the roof of my mouth; if I prefer not Jerusalem above my chief joy. {my chief...: Heb. the head of my joy}
Yo, Lord, don’t forget the crew from Edom on Jerusalem's rough day; they were all like, "Wreck it, wreck it, all the way down."
Remember, O LORD, the children of Edom in the day of Jerusalem; who said, Rase {it}, rase {it, even} to the foundation thereof. {Rase it: Heb. Make bare}
O daughter of Babylon, you're about to get obliterated; blessed be the one who gets you back for how you treated us.
O daughter of Babylon, who art to be destroyed; happy {shall he be}, that rewardeth thee as thou hast served us. {destroyed: Heb. wasted} {rewardeth...: Heb. recompenseth unto thee thy deed which thou didst to us}
Blessed be the one who takes your little ones and throws them on the rocks.
Happy {shall he be}, that taketh and dasheth thy little ones against the stones. {the stones: Heb. the rock}