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[1] By the rivers of Babylon, there we sat down, yea, we wept, when we remembered Zion.
[2] Upon the willows in the midst thereof we hanged up our harps.
[3] For there they that led us captive asked of us words of song, and our tormentors asked of us mirth: 'Sing us one of the songs of Zion.'
[4] How shall we sing 𐤉𐤇𐤅𐤇'S song in a foreign land?
[5] If I forget thee, O Jerusalem, let my right hand forget her cunning.
[6] Let my tongue cleave to the roof of my mouth, if I remember thee not; if I set not Jerusalem above my chiefest joy.
[7] Remember, O 𐤉𐤇𐤅𐤇, against the children of Edom the day of Jerusalem; who said: 'Rase it, rase it, even to the foundation thereof.'
[8] O daughter of Babylon, that art to be destroyed; happy shall he be, that repayeth thee as thou hast served us.
[9] Happy shall he be, that taketh and dasheth thy little ones against the rock.
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