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We hung up our harps there
    on the branches of the willow trees.
Our enemies asked us to sing songs for them there.
    They laughed at us as their prisoners.
They asked for a song to make them happy.
    They shouted, ‘Sing us a song about Zion!’
But we are in a foreign land,
    so we cannot sing a song to the Lord.

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