1 By the rivers of Babylon, there we sat down, yea, we wept, when we remembered Zion.2 We hanged our harps upon the willows in the midst thereof.3 For there they that 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.4 How shall we sing the LORD'S song in a strange land? -- Psalm 137
British Praise for Ancient Mesopotamian Tyrants.
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Hmmm. No comments. Mike, this a great choice for a topic to evoke contemplation.
I may be wrong , or perhaps I misjudge my 'potential' brothers at arms.
But this a Psalm of great regret and lamentation.
I think most of us have not yet even glimpsed the woe we all may face, far sooner than we think.
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