2 By the willow trees, in their midst, we hung up our instruments.
3 For, in that place, those who led us into captivity questioned us about the words of the songs.And those who carried us away said:'Sing us a hymn from the songs of Zion.'
4 How can we sing a song of the Lord in a foreign land?
5 If I ever forget you, Jerusalem, let my right hand be forgotten.
6 May my tongue adhere to my jaws, if I do not remember you,if I do not set Jerusalem first, as the beginning of my joy.
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