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1. By the Babylonian rivers
we sat down in grief and wept,
hung our harps up on a willow,
mourned for Zion while we slept.
2. There our captors in derision
did require of us a song;
so we sat with staring vision,
and the days were hard and long.
3. How shall we sing songs of Zion
in a strange and bitter land?
Can our voices veil the sorrow?
O God, hear your lonely band.
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