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5-6 O Jerusalem, even still, don’t escape my memory.
    I treasure you and your songs, even as I hide my harp from the enemy.
And if I can’t remember,
    may I never sing a song again—
    may my hands never play well again—
For what use would it be if I don’t remember Jerusalem
    as my source of joy?

Remember, Eternal One, how the Edomites, our brothers, the descendants of Esau,
    stood by and watched as Jerusalem fell.
Gloating, they said, “Destroy it;
    tear it down to the ground,” when Jerusalem was being demolished.

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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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