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Psalm 137:2 - Easy To Read Version

We hung our harps\par on the willow trees nearby. {\cf2\super [629]} \par

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

We hanged our harps Upon the willows in the midst thereof.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

On the willow trees in the midst of [Babylon] we hung our harps.

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American Standard Version (1901)

Upon the willows in the midst thereof We hanged up our harps.

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Common English Bible

We hung our lyres up in the trees there

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Catholic Public Domain Version

I will adore before your holy temple, and I will confess your name: it is above your mercy and your truth. For you have magnified your holy name above all.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

I will worship towards thy holy temple, and I will give glory to thy name. For thy mercy, and for thy truth: for thou hast magnified thy holy name above all.

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Psalm 137:2
6 Tagairtí Cros  

Play the lyre {\cf2\super [204]} and praise the Lord!\par Play to the Lord on the ten-stringed harp.\par


Begin the music.\par Play the tambourines.\par Play the pleasant harps and lyres. {\cf2\super [463]} \par


People have stopped showing their joy. All the happy sounds have stopped. The happy music from the drums and harps has ended.


So I will stop the sound of your happy songs. People won’t hear your harps any more.


I will change your holidays\par into days of crying for the dead.\par All your songs will be songs of sadness\par for dead people.\par I will put clothes of sadness on everyone.\par I will make every head bald. {\cf2\super [104]} \par I will make it like heavy crying\par for an only son that has died.\par It will be a very bitter end.”\par


The music of people playing harps {\cf2\super [138]} and other instruments, flutes and trumpets,\par will never be heard in you again.\par No workman doing any job will ever be found in you again.\par The sound of a millstone {\cf2\super [139]} will never be heard in you again.\par