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By the rivers of Babylon, there we sat down, yea, we wept, when we remembered Zion.
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Upon the willows in the midst thereof we hanged up our harps.
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For there they that led us captive asked of us words of song, and our tormentors asked of us mirth: "Sing us one of the songs of Zion."
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How shall we sing the LORD"S song in a foreign land?
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If I forget thee, O Jerusalem, let my right hand forget her cunning.
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Let my tongue cleave to the roof of my mouth, if I remember thee not;
if I set not Jerusalem above my chiefest joy.
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Remember, O LORD, against the children of Edom the day of Jerusalem;
who said: "Rase it, rase it, even to the foundation thereof."
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O daughter of Babylon, that art to be destroyed;
happy shall he be, that repayeth thee as thou hast served us.
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Happy shall he be, that taketh and dasheth thy little ones against the rock.