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On the willows there we hung up our lyres.
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For there our captors required of us songs, and our tormentors, mirth, saying, "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 you, O Jerusalem, let my right hand wither!
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Let my tongue cleave to the roof of my mouth, if I do not remember you, if I do not set Jerusalem above my highest joy!
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Remember, O LORD, against the E'domites the day of Jerusalem, how they said, "Rase it, rase it! Down to its foundations!"
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O daughter of Babylon, you devastator! Happy shall he be who requites you with what you have done to us!
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Happy shall he be who takes your little ones and dashes them against the rock!