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By the rivers of Babel, There we sat down and we wept As we remembered Tsiyon.
We hung our lyres Upon the willows in the midst of it.
For there our captors Asked us for the words of a song, And our plunderers for rejoicing, saying, 'Sing to us a song of Tsiyon!'
How could we sing the song of YHWH On foreign soil?
If I forget you, O Yerushalayim, Let my right hand forget.
Let my tongue cleave to my palate, If I do not remember you, If I do not exalt Yerushalayim Above my chief joy.
Remember, O YHWH, against the sons of Edom The day of Yerushalayim, Who said, 'Lay it bare, lay it bare, To its foundation!'
O daughter of Babel, who are to be destroyed, Blessed is he who repays you your deed, What you did to us!
Blessed is he who shall take And dash your little ones against the rock.