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1  By the rivers of Babylon 
we sit down and weep 
when we remember Zion. 
2  On the poplars in her midst 
we hang our harps, 
3  for there our captors ask us to compose songs; 
those who mock us demand that we be happy, saying:  
“Sing for us a song about Zion!” 
4  How can we sing a song to the Lord 
in a foreign land? 
5  If I forget you, O Jerusalem, 
may my right hand be crippled! 
6  May my tongue stick to the roof of my mouth, 
if I do not remember you, 
and do not give Jerusalem priority 
over whatever gives me the most joy. 
7  Remember, O Lord, what the Edomites did 
on the day Jerusalem fell. 
They said, “Tear it down, tear it down,  
right to its very foundation!” 
8  O daughter Babylon, soon to be devastated!  
How blessed will be the one who repays you 
for what you dished out to us! 
9  How blessed will be the one who grabs your babies 
and smashes them on a rock!