 | David George Mullan - 2003 - 464 страници
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 | David George Mullan - 2003 - 456 страници
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 | Anton La Guardia - 2003 - 482 страници
...hand forget her cunning. If I do not remember thee, let my tongue cleave to the roof of my mouth; ifl prefer not Jerusalem above my chief joy. Remember,...children of Edom in the day of Jerusalem; who said. Raze it, raze it. even to the foundation thereof. O daughter of Babylon, who art to be destroyed; happy... | |
 | Thomas C Marquardt - 2007
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 | Martin Jones - 2003 - 558 страници
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 | Frank Moore - 2003 - 384 страници
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 | Jan Retsö - 2003 - 706 страници
...this point. In a commentary (the attribution of which to Origen is somewhat uncertain) to Ps. 137:7, 'Remember, o Lord, the children of Edom in the day of Jerusalem', it is said: [These are] the drabes, he says, who were allied to the Babylonians, whom the prophet continuously... | |
 | Joseph E. Guretzki - 2004 - 406 страници
...Zion. How shall we sing the LORD'S song in a strange land? If I forget thee, O Jerusalem, let my right hand forget her cunning. If I do not remember thee,...mouth; if I prefer not Jerusalem above my chief joy. (Psalm 137: 1-6) This idea of putting down roots was mulled over, acted on, and instilled in descendents.... | |
 | Melvin Ember, Carol R. Ember, Ian Skoggard - 2004 - 1263 страници
...we sat down, yea, we wept, when we remembered Zion .... If I forget thee, O Jerusalem, let my right hand forget her cunning. If I do not remember thee,...mouth; if I prefer not Jerusalem above my chief joy . . . O daughter of Babylon . . . happy shall he be, that rewardeth thee as thou hast served us. Happy... | |
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If I forget thee, O Jerusalem, let my right hand forget her cunning. If I do not remember thee, let my tongue cleave to the roof of my mouth; if I prefer not Jerusalem above my chief joy. 
