Psalms 137:9
O the happiness of him who doth seize, And hath dashed thy sucklings on the rock!
O the happiness of him who doth seize, And hath dashed thy sucklings on the rock!
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7 Remember, Jehovah, for the sons of Edom, The day of Jerusalem, Those saying, `Rase, rase to its foundation!'
8 O daughter of Babylon, O destroyed one, O the happiness of him who repayeth to thee thy deed, That thou hast done to us.
3 Lo, an inheritance of Jehovah `are' sons, A reward `is' the fruit of the womb.
4 As arrows in the hand of a mighty one, So `are' the sons of the young men.
5 O the happiness of the man Who hath filled his quiver with them, They are not ashamed, For they speak with enemies in the gate!
16 And their sucklings are dashed to pieces before their eyes, Spoiled are their houses, and their wives lain with.
15 O the happiness of the people that is thus, O the happiness of the people whose God `is' Jehovah!
9 Thou dost rule them with a sceptre of iron, As a vessel of a potter Thou dost crush them.'
5 Jehovah doth bless thee out of Zion, Look, then, on the good of Jerusalem, All the days of thy life,
6 And see the sons of thy sons! Peace on Israel!
18 And bows dash young men to pieces, And the fruit of the womb they pity not, On sons their eye hath no pity.
9 His sons are fatherless, and his wife a widow.
10 And wander continually do his sons, Yea, they have begged, And have sought out of their dry places.
11 An exactor layeth a snare for all that he hath, And strangers spoil his labour.
12 He hath none to extend kindness, Nor is there one showing favour to his orphans.
13 His posterity is for cutting off, In another generation is their name blotted out.
10 Even she doth become an exile, She hath gone into captivity, Even her sucklings are dashed to pieces At the top of all out-places, And for her honoured ones they cast a lot, And all her great ones have been bound in fetters.
21 Therefore, give up their sons to famine, And cause them to run on the sides of the sword, And their wives are bereaved and widows, And their men are slain by death, Their young men smitten by sword in battle,
2 The labour of thy hands thou surely eatest, Happy `art' thou, and good `is' to thee.
13 For He did strengthen the bars of thy gates, He hath blessed thy sons in thy midst.
11 Bless, O Jehovah, his strength, And the work of his hands Thou acceptest, Smite the loins of his withstanders, And of those hating him -- that they rise not!
14 And rise doth a tumult among thy people, And all thy fortresses are spoiled, As the spoiling of Shalman of Beth-Arbel, In a day of battle, Mother against sons dashed in pieces.
7 To do vengeance among nations, Punishments among the peoples.
8 To bind their kings with chains, And their honoured ones with fetters of iron,
2 From the mouths of infants and sucklings Thou hast founded strength, Because of Thine adversaries, To still an enemy and a self-avenger.
40 And have caused an assembly to come up against thee, And stoned thee with stones, And thrust thee through with their swords,
25 Rejoice doth thy father and thy mother, Yea, she that bare thee is joyful.
9 Before your pots discern the bramble, As well the raw as the heated He whirleth away.
10 The righteous rejoiceth that he hath seen vengeance, His steps he washeth in the blood of the wicked.
12 On the hands they bear thee up, Lest thou smite against a stone thy foot.
8 And played hath a suckling by the hole of an asp, And on the den of a cockatrice Hath the weaned one put his hand.
24 Pour upon them Thine indignation, And the fierceness of Thine anger doth seize them.
57 and against her seed which cometh out from between her feet, even against her sons whom she doth bear, for she doth eat them for the lacking of all things in secret, in the siege and in the straitness with which thine enemy doth straiten thee within thy gates.
8 Meet him doth desolation -- he knoweth not, And his net that he hid catcheth him, For desolation he falleth into it.
5 The Lord on thy right hand smote kings In the day of His anger.
5 Who are inflamed among oaks, under every green tree, Slaughtering the children in valleys, Under clefts of the rocks.
6 Among the smooth things of a brook `is' thy portion, They -- they `are' thy lot, Also to them thou hast poured out an oblation, Thou hast caused a present to ascend, For these things am I comforted?
18 Only, in slippery places Thou dost set them, Thou hast caused them to fall to desolations.
12 Because our sons `are' as plants, Becoming great in their youth, Our daughters as hewn stones, Polished -- the likeness of a palace,
4 And I have made youths their heads, And sucklings rule over them.
9 Thou makest them as a furnace of fire, At the time of Thy presence. Jehovah in His anger doth swallow them, And fire doth devour them.
10 Their fruit from earth Thou destroyest, And their seed from the sons of men.
14 And have dashed them one against another, And the fathers and the sons together, An affirmation of Jehovah, I do not pity, nor spare, nor have I mercy, So as not to destroy them.
21 Prepare ye for his sons slaughter; Because of the iniquity of their fathers, They rise not, nor have possessed the land, Nor filled the face of the world `with' cities.
5 Thy people, O Jehovah, they bruise, And Thine inheritance they afflict.
9 Causing the barren one of the house to sit, A joyful mother of sons; praise ye Jah!
11 Rejoice doth Mount Zion, The daughters of Judah are joyful, For the sake of Thy judgments.
11 and -- On hands they shall bear thee up, lest at any time thou mayest dash against a stone thy foot.'
66 Thou pursuest in anger, and destroyest them, From under the heavens of Jehovah!
12 Kiss the Chosen One, lest He be angry, And ye lose the way, When His anger burneth but a little, O the happiness of all trusting in Him!