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 1 By the rivers of Babylon, there we sat down, yea, we wept, 
When we remembered Zion. 
 2 We hanged our harps 
Upon the willows in the midst thereof. 
 3 For there they that carried us away captive required of us a song; 
And they that wasted us required of us mirth, 
Saying, Sing us one of the songs of Zion. 
 4 How shall we sing the Lord’s song 
In a strange land? 
 5 If I forget thee, O Jerusalem, 
Let my right hand forget her cunning. 
 6 If I do not remember thee, 
Let my tongue cleave to the roof of my mouth; 
If I prefer not Jerusalem above my chief joy. 
 7 Remember, O Lord, the children of Edom in the day of Jerusalem; 
Who said, Rase it, rase it, even to the foundation thereof. 
 8 O daughter of Babylon, who art to be destroyed; 
Happy shall he be, that rewardeth thee 
As thou hast served us. 
 9 Happy shall he be that taketh 
And dasheth thy little ones against the stones.