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By the rivers of Babylon we were seated, weeping at the memory of Zion, |
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Hanging our instruments of music on the trees by the waterside. |
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For there those who had taken us prisoners made request for a song; and those who had taken away all we had gave us orders to be glad, saying, Give us one of the songs of Zion. |
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How may we give the Lord's song in a strange land? |
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If I keep not your memory, O Jerusalem, let not my right hand keep the memory of its art. |
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If I let you go out of my thoughts, and if I do not put Jerusalem before my greatest joy, let my tongue be fixed to the roof of my mouth. |
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O Lord, keep in mind against the children of Edom the day of Jerusalem; how they said, Let it be uncovered, uncovered even to its base. |
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O daughter of Babylon, whose fate is destruction; happy is the man who does to you what you have done to us. |
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Happy is the man who takes your little ones, crushing them against the rocks. |
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