Salme 137

 
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                                    1 Ved Babels Floder, der sad vi og græd, når Zion randt os i hu.                                

                                    1 By the rivers of Babylon,There we sat down and wept,When we remembered Zion.                                
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                                    2 Vi hængte vore Harper i Landets Pile.                                

                                    2 Upon the willows in the midst of itWe hung our harps.                                
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                                    3 Thi de, der havde bortført os, bad os synge, vore Bødler bad os være glade: "Syng os af Zions Sange!"                                

                                    3 For there our captors demanded of us songs,And our tormentors mirth, saying,“Sing us one of the songs of Zion.”                                
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                                    4 Hvor kan vi synge HERRENs Sange på fremmed Grund?                                

                                    4 How can we sing the Lord’s songIn a foreign land?                                
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                                    5 Jerusalem, glemmer jeg dig, da visne min højre!                                

                                    5 If I forget you, O Jerusalem,May my right hand forget her skill.                                
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                                    6 Min Tunge hænge ved Ganen, om ikke jeg ihukommer dig, om ikke jeg sætter Jerusalem over min højeste Glæde!                                

                                    6 May my tongue cling to the roof of my mouthIf I do not remember you,If I do not exalt JerusalemAbove my chief joy.                                
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                                    7 HERRE, ihukom Edoms Sønner for Jerusalems Dag, at de råbte: "Nedbryd, nedbryd lige til Grunden!"                                

                                    7 Remember, O Lord, against the sons of EdomThe day of Jerusalem,Who said, “Raze it, raze itTo its very foundation.”                                
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                                    8 Du Babels Datter, du Ødelægger! Salig den, der gengælder dig, hvad du gjorde imod os!                                

                                    8 O daughter of Babylon, you devastated one,How blessed will be the one who repays youWith the recompense with which you have repaid us.                                
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                                    9 Salig den, der griber dine spæde og knuser dem mod Klippen! ﻿                                

                                    9 How blessed will be the one who seizes and dashes your little onesAgainst the rock.