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1 The rivers on of Babylon there when we did sit down: yea even then we mourned, when we remember’d Sion. 2 Our harps we did hang it amid, upon the willow tree. 3 Because there they that us away led in captivity,
requir’d of us a song, and thus ask’d mirth: us waste who laid, sing us among a Zion’s song, unto us then they said. 4 The Lord’s song sing can we? being 5 in stranger’s land. Then let loose her skill my right hand, if I Jerusalem forget.
6 Let cleave my tongue my palate on, if mind thee do not I: if chief joys o’er I prize not more Jerusalem my joy. 7 Remember Lord, Edom’s sons’ word, unto the ground said they, it rase, it rase, when as it was Jerusalem her day.
8 Blest shall he be, that payeth thee, daughter of Babylon, who must be waste: that which thou hast rewarded us upon. 9 O happy he shall surely be that taketh up, that eke thy little ones against the stones doth into pieces break.