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1 By the rivers of Babylon, there we sat down and we wept in our remembering Zion. 2 Upon the willows in her midst, we hung our harps. 3 For there our captors required of us the words of a song, and our tormentors, joy: “Sing to us a song of Zion.” 4 How can we sing a song of YHWH in a foreign land? 5 If I should forget you, O Jerusalem, may my right hand forget. 6 May my tongue cling to my palate, if I do not remember you, if I do not exalt Jerusalem above my chief joy! Psalms 137:1-6, Berean Literal Bible. Public domain.
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