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By the Rivers of Babylon

Psalm 137

By the rivers of Babylon,
we sat down and wept,
when we remembered Zion.
On the willows there
we hung up our harps.
For there our captors demanded songs
and our tormentors asked for joy:
“Sing us one of the songs of Zion.”
How can we sing a song of Adonai in a foreign land?
If I forget you, O Jerusalem,
let my right hand wither.
May my tongue cling to the roof of my mouth
if I cease to remember you,
if I do not set Jerusalem above my chief joy.
Remember, Adonai, the children of Edom,
what they said on the day Jerusalem fell:
“Strip her, strip her to her very foundation!”
O daughter of Babylon, the devastated one,
happy is the one who repays you
as you have paid us.
Happy is the one who seizes your little ones
and dashes them upon the rock.