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If I forget you, O Jerusalem,
    let my right hand forget how to play the harp.
May my tongue stick to the roof of my mouth
    if I fail to remember you,
    if I don’t make Jerusalem my greatest joy.

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If I forget you,(A) Jerusalem,
    may my right hand forget its skill.
May my tongue cling to the roof(B) of my mouth
    if I do not remember(C) you,
if I do not consider Jerusalem(D)
    my highest joy.

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