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Psalm 137:2 - Y'all Version Bible

2 On the willows in that land, we hung up our harps.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

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

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

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

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American Standard Version (1901)

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

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Common English Bible

2 We hung our lyres up in the trees there

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Catholic Public Domain Version

2 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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Psalm 137:2
6 Tagairtí Cros  

Y’all give thanks to YHWH with the lyre. Y’all sing praises to ʜɪᴍ with the harp of ten strings.


Y’all raise a song and play the tambourine, the sweet sounding lyre with the harp.


The mirth of tambourines ceases. The sound of those who rejoice ends. The joy of the harp ceases.


I will cause the noise of your songs to cease. The sound of your harps won’t be heard any more.


I will turn y’all’s feasts into mourning, and all y’all’s songs into lamentation. I will make everyone wear sackcloth on their bodies, and baldness on every head. I will make it like the mourning for an only son, and its end like a bitter day.


The sound of harpists, minstrels, flute players, and trumpeters will never be heard in you again. No craftsperson of any craft will ever be found in you again. The sound of a mill will never be heard in you again.


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