Tahalym (Psalm) — 137

1 Beside the rivers of Babylun, we sat and wept as we thought of Yahushalam.

2 We put away our harps, hanging them on the branches of poplar trees.

3 For our captors demanded a song from us. Our tormentors insisted on a joyful hymn: “Sing us one of those songs of Yahushalam!”

4 But how can we sing the songs of 𐤉𐤄𐤅𐤄_YAHUAH while in a pagan land?

5 If I forget you, O Yahushalam, let my right hand forget how to play the harp.

6 May my tongue stick to the roof of my mouth if I fail to remember you, if I don’t make Yahushalam my greatest joy.

7 O 𐤉𐤄𐤅𐤄_YAHUAH, remember what the Adumites did on the day the armies of Babylun captured Yahushalam. “Destroy it!” they yelled. “Level it to the ground!”

8 O Babylun, you will be destroyed. Happy is the one who pays you back for what you have done to us.

9 Happy is the one who takes your babies    and smashes them against the rocks!