2 On the willows in the midst of it, We hung up our harps.
3 For there, those who led us captive asked us for songs. Those who tormented us demanded songs of joy: 'Sing us one of the songs of Zion!'
4 How can we sing Yahweh's song in a foreign land?
5 If I forget you, Jerusalem, Let my right hand forget its skill.
6 Let my tongue stick to the roof of my mouth if I don't remember you; If I don't prefer Jerusalem above my chief joy.
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