Psalm 1 37.
By the rivers of Babylon there, we sat down.
Yay.
We wept when we remembered Zion.
We hanged our harps upon the willows in the midst thereof.
For there.
They carried us away, captive required of us a song, and they, that wasted
us required of us mirth saying, sing us one of the songs of Zion.
How shall we sing the Lord's song in a strange land?
If I forget the old Jerusalem, let my right hand forget her cunning.
If I do not remember the, let my tongue cleave to the roof of my mouth.
If I prefer not drew slum above my chief joy.
Remember a Lord, the children have eaten in the day of Jerusalem.
Who said, raise it, raise it even to the foundation thereof.
Oh, daughter of Babylon who are to be destroyed happy.
Shall he be.
That reward a theme as thou has served us.
Happy, shall he be that?
Take it.
And Dasha.
I had little ones against the stones.