Heaven only knows the depths of the cries and tears shed in captivity as the precious city of Jerusalem was in remembrance.
“By the rivers of Babylon, there we sat down, yea, we wept, when we remembered Zion. We hanged our harps upon the willows in the midst thereof…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.”
The constant burden of the longing to dwell in the temple of the Lord, and the city of David, brought forth cries and tears that those only who lived it could comprehend. And as they wept for Jerusalem, so does the heart that has tasted of the glories of Paradise long to be in that heavenly new Jerusalem, the city of gold, for to dwell in Zion on earth was as a foretaste–and a type–of the beauties and bounties and joys of Heaven above. To be distant from such, no song or mirth could satisfy.
“For there they that carried us away captive required of us a song; and they that wasted us required of us mirth, saying, Sing us one of the songs of Zion. How shall we sing the LORD’s song in a strange land?”
What was wished next may seem like a horrible curse from a dark hatred to one who has never seen the depths of evil needed to ravage the land in hatred, and the perpetuity of that evil if allowed to continue indefinitely.
“Remember, O LORD, the 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 shall he be, that rewardeth thee as thou hast served us. Happy shall he be, that taketh and dasheth thy little ones against the stones.”
May the Lord continually reveal His name to your eyes,