Or even republishing a revisitation, however imperfect it may be judged in its creative interpretation and manner of paraphrase.
Please enjoy this humble evocation of an ancient, tried and tested classic.
Much love and hope and courage for you all!
O Babylonian rivers, that flow amid our tears
How bitter run the brooks of memory, of Zion’s maimed posterity,
If poplar trees are blooming, yet droop our harps in sorrow
The heathen hordes demand of us our sacred airs
They lust to mock we dejected ones, we cannot bear
As aliens and vagabonds, like Cain
To sing the Most High’s praises, as though the dim refrain
Of captivity’s sorrow could be tribute e’er
To the holy tabernacle we, for our sins, abandoned there
Renounc’d was neighbour’s care, and the hallowed rites…
O city once so fair!
If I should e’er forget thee, O Jerusalem so dear,
Withered be my right hand, a rejected bundle, cut off from the land!
If forgetful be my heart, my greatest art be not thy praise to sing,
May mine accursed tongue, dead, moribund as dung,
Lie silent as the grave, bound to the throat the Most High Gave
To honor thee.
And as for they whose sires were birthed unnaturally,
Through deception of their kin,
Remember Lord the Edomites, and not our sin
Alone, for when we received the righteous penalty that was meet
The sons of Esau reveled in our defeat
And in the blot upon the pages of thy book
Which in their heedless infamy they mistook
For humiliation and abasement of our God
And not the righteous retribution upon us all
They roared to “Tear it down!”
To “Tear it down!” to the nethermost cornerstone
And yet still we hold our faith that thou alone,
O Lord, O thou alone, art Master of thy House
And of those who dwell with thee.
Then Woe, O Babylon! Damned harlot, all-accursed
Before thou mockest, have a care to meditate
The one who pursueth justice, near or late,
Against Nebuchadnezzar, O wicked ox ingrate,
And smites the feet of clay,
Hurls wicked deeds infantile, to their predestinate demise
Shall be on this account beloved of God,
Then let thy dread abasement serve as testament to all!