PSALM 137

By the rivers of Babylon, there we sat down, yea, we wept, when we remembered Zion. We hanged our harps upon the willows in the midst thereof.

For there they that carried us away captive required of us a song; and they that wasted us required of us mirth, saying sing us one of the songs of Zion …

O daughter of Babylon, who art to be destroyed; happy shall he be, that rewardeth  thee as thou hast served us.

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