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Psalm 137:2

New Living Translation

We put away our harps, hanging them on the branches of poplar trees.

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Praise the Lord with melodies on the lyre; make music for him on the ten-stringed harp.

Sing! Beat the tambourine. Play the sweet lyre and the harp.

The cheerful sound of tambourines is stilled; the happy cries of celebration are heard no more. The melodious chords of the harp are silent.

I will stop the music of your songs. No more will the sound of harps be heard among your people.

I will turn your celebrations into times of mourning and your singing into weeping. You will wear funeral clothes and shave your heads to show your sorrow— as if your only son had died. How very bitter that day will be!

The sound of harps, singers, flutes, and trumpets will never be heard in you again. No craftsmen and no trades will ever be found in you again. The sound of the mill will never be heard in you again.




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