Jacob Handl
(1550 - 1591)

Super flumina Babylonis
(S.S.A.T. (or A.A.T.B.))
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From Tertius Tomus Musici Operis, Prague, 1587. Edition offered at original pitch (high chiavette) for S.S.A.T. or transposed down a fourth for A.A.T.B.
Lyrics: Psalm 137

Super flumina Babylonis illic sedimus et flevimus, cum recordaremur tui Syon.
In salicibus in medio ejus suspendimus organa nostra.
Quia illic interrogaverunt nos, qui captivos duxerunt nos, verba cantionum; et qui abduxerunt nos: Hymnum cantate nobis de canticis Syon.
Quomodo cantabimus canticum Domini in terra aliena?
Si oblitus fuero tui, Jerusalem, oblivioni detur dextera mea.
Adhæreat lingua mea faucibus meis, si non meminero tui: si non proposuero Jerusalem in principio lætitiæ meæ.
Memor esto, Domine, filiorum Edom, in die Jerusalem: qui dicunt: Exinanite, exinanite usque ad fundamentum in ea.
Filia Babylonis misera! beatus qui retribuet tibi retributionem tuam, quam retribuisti nobis.
Beatus qui tenebit, et allidet parvulos tuos ad petram.

By the waters of Babylon we sat down and wept: when we remembered thee, O Sion.
As for our harps, we hanged them up: upon the trees that are therein.
For they that led us away captive required of us then a song, and melody in our heaviness: sing us one of the songs of Sion.
How shall we sing the Lord's song: in a strange land?
If I forget thee, O Jerusalem: let my right hand forget her cunning.
If I do not remember thee, let my tongue cleave to the roof of my mouth: yea, if I prefer not Jerusalem in my mirth.
Remember the children of Edom, O Lord, in the day of Jerusalem: how they said, Down with it, down with it, even to the ground.
O daughter of Babylon, wasted with misery: yea, happy shall he be that rewardeth thee, as thou hast served us.
Blessed shall he be that taketh thy children: and throweth them against the stones.