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Psalm 137Lament of the Exiles
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By the rivers of Babylon-- there we sat down and wept when we remembered Zion.
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There we hung up our lyres on the poplar trees,
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for our captors there asked us for songs, and our tormentors, for rejoicing: "Sing us one of the songs of Zion."
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How can we sing the Lord's song on foreign soil?
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If I forget you, Jerusalem, may my right hand forget its skill.
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May my tongue stick to the roof of my mouth if I do not remember you, if I do not exalt Jerusalem as my greatest joy!
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Remember, Lord, what the Edomites said that day at Jerusalem: "Destroy it! Destroy it down to its foundations!"
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Daughter Babylon, doomed to destruction, happy is the one who pays you back what you have done to us.
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Happy is he who takes your little ones and dashes them against the rocks.