Psalms 137

By rivers of Babylon--There we did sit, Yea, we wept when we remembered Zion. On willows in its midst we hung our harps. For there our captors asked us the words of a song, And our spoilers--joy: `Sing ye to us of a song of Zion.' How do we sing the song of Jehovah, On the land of a stranger? If I forget thee, O Jerusalem, my right hand forgetteth! My tongue doth cleave to my palate, If I do not remember thee, If I do not exalt Jerusalem above my chief joy.

Remember, Jehovah, for the sons of Edom, The day of Jerusalem, Those saying, `Rase, rase to its foundation!' O daughter of Babylon, O destroyed one, O the happiness of him who repayeth to thee thy deed, That thou hast done to us. O the happiness of him who doth seize, And hath dashed thy sucklings on the rock!

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