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Psalm CXXXVII.

By Babylon streams we sat us down and wept, When we remembered Zion mournfully; As for our harps, we hanged them up Upon the willow trees that grew thereby. Then they that led us captive asked of us A song, and melody in our dreary day; Come sing us one of Zion's songs-- How can we sing the Lord's song far away? If I forget thee, O Jerusalem, Let my right hand forget her best employ; Let my tongue cleave unto my mouth, If I prefer not thee to all my joy. Remember, Lord, remember Edom's sons, How they stood round and shouted in their mirth, At the dark day of Jerusalem-- Down with it, down with it, even to the earth. Daughter of Babylon, thy doom is sealed-- Yea, happy he who deals thee recompense; And dasheth down upon the stones With ruthless hands thy helpless innocents.