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Chapter 137
| Psal | OEB | 137:3 | For there our captors called for a song: our tormentors, rejoicing, saying: “Sing us one of the songs of Zion.” | |
| Psal | OEB | 137:6 | May my tongue stick to the roof of my mouth, if I am unmindful of you, or don’t set Jerusalem above my chief joy. | |
| Psal | OEB | 137:7 | Remember the Edomites, Lord, the day of Jerusalem’s fall, when they said, “Lay her bare, lay her bare, right down to her very foundation.” | |