Monday, November 17, 2008

If I forget thee, O Jerusalem

"By the waters of Babylon, there we sat down and wept when we remembered Zion.
On the willows there we hung up our lyres.
If I forget thee, O Jerusalem, let my right hand wither,
let my tongue cleave to my palate if I do not remember you,
if I do not set Jerusalem above my highest joy."

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