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By rivers of Bavel, there we sat; indeed, we wept when we remembered Tziyon.
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Upon willows in her midst we hung our lyres.
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For there those taking us captive asked us for words of song, and those making us howl asked for rejoicing: “Sing to us from a song of Tziyon.”
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How do we sing the song of Yahuah upon foreign ground?
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If I forget you, Yerushalayim, let my right hand forget.
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Let my tongue cling to my palate if I do not remember you, if I do not lift Yerushalayim above the head of my joy.
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Remember, Yahuah, the sons of Edom in the day of Yerushalayim, who said, “Strip her! Strip her to her foundation!”
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Daughter of Bavel, destined for devastation, blessed is the one repaying you according to what you did to us.
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Blessed is the one seizing your infants and smashing them against the rock.