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By the rivers of Babylon, there we sat down. Yes, we wept, when we remembered Zion.
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On the willows in the midst of it, We hung up our harps.
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For there, those who led us captive asked us for songs. Those who tormented us demanded songs of joy: "Sing us one of the songs of Zion!"
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How can we sing Yahweh`s song in a foreign land?
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If I forget you, Jerusalem, Let my right hand forget its skill.