Psalms 137:4
How may we give the Lord's song in a strange land?
How may we give the Lord's song in a strange land?
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1 By the rivers of Babylon we were seated, weeping at the memory of Zion,
2 Hanging our instruments of music on the trees by the waterside.
3 For there those who had taken us prisoners made request for a song; and those who had taken away all we had gave us orders to be glad, saying, Give us one of the songs of Zion.
5 If I keep not your memory, O Jerusalem, let not my right hand keep the memory of its art.
6 If I let you go out of my thoughts, and if I do not put Jerusalem before my greatest joy, let my tongue be fixed to the roof of my mouth.
1 <A Song of the going up.> When the Lord made a change in Zion's fate, we were like men in a dream.
2 Then our mouths were full of laughing, and our tongues gave a glad cry; they said among the nations, The Lord has done great things for them.
3 The Lord has done great things for us; because of which we are glad.
4 Let our fate be changed, O Lord, like the streams in the South.
54 Your rules have been melodies to me, while I have been living in strange lands.
20 If the name of our God has gone out of our minds, or if our hands have been stretched out to a strange god,
20 O Lord, quickly be my saviour; so we will make my songs to corded instruments all the days of our lives in the house of the Lord.
1 <To the chief music-maker. A Psalm. Of David.> Will you for ever put me out of your memory, O Lord? will your face for ever be turned away from me?
4 Let all the earth send out a glad cry to the Lord; sounding with a loud voice, and praising him with songs of joy.
5 Make melody to the Lord with instruments of music; with a corded instrument and the voice of song.
6 May the salvation of Israel come out of Zion! When the fate of his people is changed by God, Jacob will have joy, and Israel will be glad.
20 Why have we gone from your memory for ever? why have you been turned away from us for so long?
19 For a sound of weeping goes up from Zion, a cry, How has destruction come on us? we are overcome with shame because we have gone away from our land; he has sent us out from our house.
47 Be our saviour, O Lord our God, and let us come back together from among the nations, so that we may give honour to your holy name, and have glory in your praise.
1 Let the Lord be praised. Make a new song to the Lord, let his praise be in the meeting of his saints.
24 Why is your face covered, and why do you give no thought to our trouble and our cruel fate?
1 Keep in mind, O Lord, what has come to us: take note and see our shame.
2 Our heritage is given up to men of strange lands, our houses to those who are not our countrymen.
11 See now, how as our reward they have come to send us out of your land which you have given us as our heritage.
2 Why may the nations say, Where is now their God?
19 And it will come about, when you say, Why has the Lord our God done all these things to us? that you will say to them, As you gave me up, making yourselves servants to strange gods in your land, so will you be servants to strange men in a land which is not yours.
1 <A Song of the going up.> Lord, give thought to David, and to all his troubles;
1 Give praise to the Lord; for it is good to make melody to our God; praise is pleasing and beautiful.
7 May the salvation of Israel come out of Zion! when the fate of his people is changed by the Lord, Jacob will have joy and Israel will be glad.
1 When Israel came out of Egypt, the children of Jacob from a people whose language was strange to them;
19 In the Lord's house, even in Jerusalem. Praise be to the Lord.
4 Let my soul be overflowing with grief when these things come back to my mind, how I went in company to the house of God, with the voice of joy and praise, with the song of those who were keeping the feast.
8 O you hope of Israel, its saviour in time of trouble, why are you like one who is strange in the land, and like a traveller putting up his tent for a night?
12 Let my prayer come to your ears, O Lord, and give attention to my cry, make an answer to my weeping: for my time here is short before you, and in a little time I will be gone, like all my fathers.
19 The voice of the cry of the daughter of my people comes from a far land: Is the Lord not in Zion? is not her King in her? Why have they made me angry with their images and their strange gods which are no gods?
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1 <Maschil. Of Asaph.> Of God, why have you put us away from you for ever? why is the fire of your wrath smoking against the sheep who are your care?
19 Have you completely given up Judah? is your soul turned in disgust from Zion? why have you given us blows from which there is no one to make us well? we were looking for peace, but no good came; and for a time of well-being, but there was only a great fear.
17 All this has come on us, but still we have kept you in our memory; and we have not been false to your word.
9 Give sounds of joy, make melody together, waste places of Jerusalem: for the Lord has given comfort to his people, he has taken up the cause of Jerusalem.
49 Lord, where are your earlier mercies? where is the oath which you made to David in unchanging faith?
4 Because of this my spirit is overcome; and my heart is full of fear.
1 O make a new song to the Lord; let all the earth make melody to the Lord.
11 Make songs of praise to the Lord, whose house is in Zion: make his doings clear to the people.
4 They were wandering in the waste places; they saw no way to a resting-place.
6 Give praises to God, make songs of praise; give praises to our King, make songs of praise.
2 Take up the melody, playing on an instrument of music, even on corded instruments.
2 Give worship to the Lord with joy; come before him with a song.
35 And say, Be our saviour, O God of our salvation, and let us come back, and give us salvation from the nations, so that we may give honour to your holy name and have glory in your praise.
31 And my music has been turned to sorrow, and the sound of my pipe into the noise of weeping.