Jennifer Lynn Smith: Listen

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(Psalm 137) By the rivers of Babylon we sat, and wept when we remembered Zion. There on the poplar and willow trees we hung our harps and lutes and voices. Then our tormenters demanded songs of joy, they said “sing us one of them songs of Zion.” I said “how can I sing to you a song of praise to the Lord?” And if I forget You, may my right hand forget its skill, and if I don’t remember You, my tongue cling to the roof of my mouth. And if You aren’t considered my highest joy, take all that I love away, take all that I love away.” Remember O Lord, what the Edomites did, on the day Jerusalem fell. “Tear it down, tear it down they cried, tear it down to its foundations.” O daughter of Babylon doomed to destruction, blessed is the man who repays you for what you’ve done, who seizes your infants and dashes them against the rock.” Tear me down, tear me down, tear me down.