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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 the LORD'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 LORD, 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.