Who giveth food to all flesh: for his mercy endureth for ever.(Psalm 136:25)

O give thanks unto the God of heaven: for his mercy endureth for ever.(Psalm 136:26)

By the rivers of Babylon, there we sat down, yea, we wept, when we remembered Zion.(Psalm 137:1)

We hanged our harps upon the willows in the midst thereof.

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.(Psalm 137:3)

How shall we sing the LORD's song in a strange land?(Psalm 137:4)

If I forget thee, O Jerusalem, let my right hand forget her cunning.(Psalm 137:5)

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Psalm 137:2 - Cross Reference

And the voice of harpers, and musicians, and of pipers, and trumpeters, shall be heard no more at all in thee; and no craftsman, of whatsoever craft he be, shall be found any more in thee; and the sound of a millstone shall be heard no more at all in thee; (Revelation 18:22)

Praise the LORD with harp: sing unto him with the psaltery and an instrument of ten strings. (Psalm 33:2)

And I will cause the noise of thy songs to cease; and the sound of thy harps shall be no more heard. (Ezekiel 26:13)

And I will turn your feasts into mourning, and all your songs into lamentation; and I will bring up sackcloth upon all loins, and baldness upon every head; and I will make it as the mourning of an only son, and the end thereof as a bitter day. (Amos 8:10)

Take a psalm, and bring hither the timbrel, the pleasant harp with the psaltery. (Psalm 81:2)

The mirth of tabrets ceaseth, the noise of them that rejoice endeth, the joy of the harp ceaseth. (Isaiah 24:8)