Chapter 137

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BY the rivers of Babel, there we sat down, yea, we wept, when we remembered Tsiyon.

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We hanged our harps upon the willows in the midst thereof.

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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 Tsiyon.

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How shall we sing Yahuah's song in a strange land?

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If I forget you, O Yerushalayim, let my right hand forget her cunning.

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If I do not remember you, let my tongue cleave to the roof of my mouth; if I prefer not Yerushalayim above my chief joy.

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Remember, O Yahuah, the children of Edom את in the day of Yerushalayim; who said, Rase it, rase it, even to the foundation thereof.

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O daughter of Babel, who are to be destroyed; happy shall he be, that rewards you as you have served us.

9

Happy shall he be, that takes and dashes your little ones against the stones.



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