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1 By the rivers of Babylon, there we sat, and we also wept when we remembered Zion. 2 Upon the willows in her midst had we hung up our harps. 3 For there our captors demanded of us the words of song; and those that mocked us, joy, [saying,] Sing for us one of the songs of Zion. 4 How should we sing the song of the Lord on the soil of the stranger? 5 If I forget thee, O Jerusalem, may my right hand forget—. 6 May my tongue cleave to my palate if I do not remember thee: if I recall not Jerusalem at the head of my joy. 7 Remember, O Lord, unto the children of Edom the day of Jerusalem; who said, Raze it, raze it, even to her very foundation. 8 O daughter of Babylon, who art wasted: happy he, that repayeth thee thy recompense for what thou hast done to us. 9 Happy he, that seizeth and dasheth thy babes against the rock.