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Let my tongue cleave to the roof of my mouth,
If I remember thee not;
If I prefer not Jerusalem
Above my chief joy.
Remember, O Jehovah, against the children of Edom
The day of Jerusalem;
Who said, Rase it, rase it,
Even to the foundation thereof.
O daughter of Babylon, [a]that art to be destroyed,
Happy shall he be, that rewardeth thee
As thou hast served us.

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Footnotes

  1. Psalm 137:8 Or, that art laid waste