Psalms 137

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    By the rivers of Babylon we sit down and weep when we remember Zion.

  2. 2

    On the poplars in her midst we hang our harps,

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    for there our captors ask us to compose songs; those who mock us demand that we be happy, saying: “Sing for us a song about Zion!”

  4. 4

    How can we sing a song to the Lord in a foreign land?

  5. 5

    If I forget you, O Jerusalem, may my right hand be crippled.

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    May my tongue stick to the roof of my mouth, if I do not remember you, and do not give Jerusalem priority over whatever gives me the most joy.

  7. 7

    Remember, O Lord, what the Edomites did on the day Jerusalem fell. They said, “Tear it down, tear it down, right to its very foundation!”

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    O daughter Babylon, soon to be devastated, how blessed will be the one who repays you for what you dished out to us.

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    How blessed will be the one who grabs your babies and smashes them on a rock.