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By the rivers of Babylon we sat and weptwhen we remembered Zion.There on the willowswe hung our harps,for there our captors requested a song;our tormentors demanded songs of joy:
“Sing us a song of Zion.”How can we sing a song of the LORDin a foreign land?If I forget you, O Jerusalem,may my right hand cease to function.May my tongue cling to the roof of my mouthif I do not remember you,if I do not exalt Jerusalemas my greatest joy!Remember, O LORD,the sons of Edom on the day Jerusalem fell:“Destroy it,” they said,“tear it down to its foundations!”O Daughter of Babylon,doomed to destruction,blessed is he who repays youas you have done to us.Blessed is he who seizes your infantsand dashes them against the rocks.