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1 By the rivers of Babylon, there we sat down, yea, we wept, When we remembered Zion. 2 We hung our harps on the willows in the midst thereof. 3 For there they who carried us away captive required of us a song; They who wasted us required of us mirth: “Sing us one of the songs of Zion!” 4 How shall we sing the LORD'S song In a strange land? 5 If I forget thee, O Jerusalem, Let my right hand forget her cunning! 6 If I do not remember thee, Let my tongue cleave to the roof of my mouth; If I prefer not Jerusalem above my chief joy! 7 Remember, O LORD! against the children of Edom The day of the calamity of Jerusalem! Who said, “Raze it, Raze it to its foundations!” 8 O daughter of Babylon, thou destroyer! Happy be he who requiteth thee As thou hast dealt with us! 9 Happy be he who seizeth thy little ones And dasheth them against the stones!