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But we are in a foreign land,
    so we cannot sing a song to the Lord.
Jerusalem, I never want to forget you.
    I would rather lose my right hand!
    I would rather my tongue could no longer move![a]
Yes, I will always remember you, Jerusalem.
You are the most important thing that I think about,
    more than anything else that makes me happy.

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  1. 137:6 The right hand played the harp, and the tongue sang the words.