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By the rivers of Babylon, there we sat down, yea, we wept, when we remembered Zion.
2
We hanged our harps upon the willows in the midst thereof.
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For there they that carried us away captive required of us a song;
and they that wasted us required of us mirth, saying, Sing us one of the songs of Zion.
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How shall we sing the Lord’s song in a strange land?
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If I forget thee, O Jerusalem, let my right hand forget her cunning.
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If I do not remember thee, let my tongue cleave to the roof of my mouth;
if I prefer not Jerusalem above my chief joy.
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Remember, O LORD, the children of Edom in the day of Jerusalem;
who said, Rase it, rase it, even to the foundation thereof.
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O daughter of Babylon, who art to be destroyed;
happy shall he be, that rewardeth thee as thou hast served us.
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Happy shall he be, that taketh and dasheth thy little ones against the stones.