Språket som det ska översättas till: Engelska
When in captivity took them of Sião
And your priests wept of affliction
It was as dying of shame and pain
The strong people of the Mister walked sad
To Jerusalem because stopped adoring
God Lives that in so many battles helped them
Cry Israel in only lament
Maybe God remembers the " little bug of Jacó"
Cry Israel, Babylon is not your place
Shout to your God and Him will hear you of the enemy will free you Cry Israel, Babylon is not your place
Shout your God, and He will hear you of of the enemy will free you
To Jerusalem because stopped adoring
The God Lives that in so many battles helped them
Cry Israel in only lament
Maybe God remembers the " little bug of Jacó"
Cry Israel, Babylon is not your place
Shout Your God, and He will hear you Of the enemy it will free you Cry Israel, Babylon is not your place
Shout your God and Him will hear you
Of the enemy it will free you