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1By the rivers of Babylon 2On the poplars there 3There our captors required songs from us, 4How could we sing a song about Yahweh 5If I ignore the memory of you, Jerusalem, 6Let my tongue cling to the roof of my mouth 7Call to mind, Yahweh, what the Edomites did 8Daughter of Babylon, soon to be destroyed—