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By the rivers of Babylon, There we sat down, yea, we wept When we remembered Zion.
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We hung our harps Upon the willows in the midst of it.
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For there those who carried us away captive asked of us a song, And those who plundered us requested 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 forget its skill!
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If I do not remember you, Let my tongue cling to the roof of my mouth-- If I do not exalt Jerusalem Above my chief joy.