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137 By the rivers of Babylon, there we sat down, yes, we wept, when we remembered Tziyon.

We hung up our kinnorot (lyres) upon the willows in the midst thereof.

For there they that carried us away captive required of us a shir (song); and they that tormented us required of us simchah, saying, Sing us one of the Shir Tziyon.

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