|By the waters of Babylon, |
there we sat down and wept,
when we remembered Zion.
|I thank You O Lord. Psalm 137(v136)|
|On the willows there we hung up our lyres.|
|For there our captors required of us songs, and our tormentors, mirth, |
saying, "Sing us one of the songs of Zion!"
|How shall we sing the LORD's song in a foreign land?|
|If I forget you, O Jerusalem, |
let my right hand wither!
|Let my tongue cleave to the roof of my mouth, |
if I do not remember you,
if I do not set Jerusalem above my highest joy!
|Remember, O LORD, against the E'domites the day of Jerusalem, |
how they said, "Rase it, rase it! Down to its foundations!"
|O daughter of Babylon, you devastator! |
Happy shall he be who requites you with what you have done to us!
|Happy shall he be who takes your little ones|
and dashes them against the rock!
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