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Psalm 137:2 - English Standard Version 2016

On the willows there we hung up our lyres.

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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  

Give thanks to the Lord with the lyre; make melody to him with the harp of ten strings!


Raise a song; sound the tambourine, the sweet lyre with the harp.


The mirth of the tambourines is stilled, the noise of the jubilant has ceased, the mirth of the lyre is stilled.


And I will stop the music of your songs, and the sound of your lyres shall be heard no more.


I will turn your feasts into mourning and all your songs into lamentation; I will bring sackcloth on every waist and baldness on every head; I will make it like the mourning for an only son and the end of it like a bitter day.


and the sound of harpists and musicians, of flute players and trumpeters, will be heard in you no more, and a craftsman of any craft will be found in you no more, and the sound of the mill will be heard in you no more,