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Psalm 137:2 - Tree of Life Version

On the willows there we hung up our harps.

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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  

Praise Adonai with the harp. Sing praises to Him with a ten string lyre.


Sing for joy to God our strength, shout to the God of Jacob!


The glee of tambourines stops, the noise of revelers ends, the joy of the harp ceases.


I will put an end to the sound of your songs. The sound of your lyres will no longer be heard.


I will turn your festivals into mourning and all your songs into a dirge. I will pull up sackcloth on every waist and baldness on every head. I will make it like the mourning for an only son— its end a bitter day.”


And the sound of harpists and musicians, flautists and trumpeters, shall never be heard in you again! And the craftsman of any craft shall never be found in you again! And the sound of a mill shall never be heard in you again!