Psalm 137
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By the rivers of Babylon we sat and wept when we remembered Zion.
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There on the poplars we hung our harps,
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for there our captors asked us for songs,
our tormentors demanded song of joy; they said, "Sing us on Zion!"
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How can we sing the songs of the LORD while in a foreign land?
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If I forget you, O Jerusalm, 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.
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Remember, O LORD, what the Edomites did on the day Jerusalem fell.
"Tear it down," they cried, "tear it down to its foundations!"
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O Daughter of Babylon, doomed to destruction,
happy is he who repays you for what you have done to us -
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he who seizes your infants and dashes the against the rocks.
