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Lament of the Exiles

137 By the rivers of Babylon –
there we sat down and wept
when we remembered Zion.(A)
There we hung up our lyres
on the poplar trees,(B)
for our captors there asked us for songs,
and our tormentors, for rejoicing:
‘Sing us one of the songs of Zion.’(C)

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