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May I never be able to play the harp again
    if I forget you, Jerusalem!
May I never be able to sing again
    if I do not remember you,
    if I do not think of you as my greatest joy!

Remember, Lord, what the Edomites did
    the day Jerusalem was captured.
Remember how they kept saying,
    “Tear it down to the ground!”

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If I forget you,(A) Jerusalem,
    may my right hand forget its skill.
May my tongue cling to the roof(B) of my mouth
    if I do not remember(C) you,
if I do not consider Jerusalem(D)
    my highest joy.

Remember, Lord, what the Edomites(E) did
    on the day Jerusalem fell.(F)
“Tear it down,” they cried,
    “tear it down to its foundations!”(G)

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