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137 By the rivers of Babylon, there we sat down, wept withal, when we remembered Sion. 2 Within it we hung our lyres on poplar trees, 3* Because there our captors asked us for words of song and our persecutors for merrymaking, “Sing us some of the songs of Sion.” 4 How are we to sing Jehovah’s song on foreign soil? 5* If I forget you, Jerusalem, may my right hand forget how to work! 6* May my tongue stick to the roof of my mouth if I do not remember, if I do not put Jerusalem higher than the peak of my happiness. 7* Remember Jerusalem’s day, Jehovah, for the sons of Edom, those who said “Clear it off, clear it off, to the foundation of it.” 8** Doomed daughter of Babylon, happy he who shall pay you back the treatment you have given us! 9 Happy he who shall take and dash out against the crags the brains of the children that play about in you!