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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.
Jerusalem, I never want to forget you.
    I would rather lose my right hand!

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