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- By the rivers of Babylon we sat and wept when we remembered Zion.
- There on the poplars we hung our harps,
- for there our captors asked us for songs, our tormentors demanded songs of joy; they said, "Sing us one of the songs of Zion!"
- How can we sing the songs of the LORD while in a foreign land?
- If I forget you, O Jerusalem, may my right hand forget its skill .
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- May my tongue cling to the roof of my mouth if I do not remember you, if I do not consider Jerusalem my highest joy.
- Remember, O LORD, what the Edomites did on the day Jerusalem fell. "Tear it down," they cried, "tear it down to its foundations!"
- O Daughter of Babylon, doomed to destruction, happy is he who repays you for what you have done to us-
- he who seizes your infants and dashes them against the rocks.
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