A Lament of Israelites in Exile 137 1By the rivers of Babylon we sat down; there we wept when we remembered Zion. 2On the willows near by we hung up our harps. 3Those who captured us told us to sing; they told us to entertain them: “Sing us a song about Zion.” 4How can we sing a song to the LORD in a foreign land? 5May I never be able to play the harp again if I forget you, Jerusalem! 6May I never be able to sing again if I do not remember you, if I do not think of you as my greatest joy! 7Remember, LORD, what the Edomites did the day Jerusalem was captured. Remember how they kept saying, “Tear it down to the ground!” 8 Babylon, you will be destroyed. Happy are those who pay you back for what you have done to us— 9who take your babies and smash them against a rock.
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