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137:1 By the rivers of Babylon-- there we sat down and there we wept when we remembered Zion. 137:2 On the willows there we hung up our harps. 137:3 For there our captors asked us for songs, and our tormentors asked for mirth, saying, "Sing us one of the songs of Zion!" 137:4 How could we sing the LORD's song in a foreign land? 137:5 If I forget you, O Jerusalem, let my right hand wither! 137:6 Let my tongue cling to the roof of my mouth, if I do not remember you, if I do not set Jerusalem above my highest joy. 137:7 Remember, O LORD, against the Edomites the day of Jerusalem's fall, how they said, "Tear it down! Tear it down! Down to its foundations!" 137:8 O daughter Babylon, you devastator! Happy shall they be who pay you back what you have done to us! 137:9 Happy shall they be who take your little ones and dash them against the rock!