Zaburi 137

1 E bath aore mag Babulon ne wabet piny kendo ne waywak kane waparo Sayun.

By the rivers of Babylon, there, we sat down, yea we wept—when we remembered Zion:

2 Ne wangʼawo thumbewa ewi omburi mane ni kanyo,

Upon the willows—in the midst thereof, hanged we our lyres:

3 nimar joma ne omakowa nokwayowa wende kane wan kanyo, joma nesandowa nochunowa ni wawernegi wende mor; negiwachonwa niya, “Wernwauru achiel kuom wende Sayun!”

For, there, our captors asked of us words of song, and our plunderers—gladness, —Sing us of the songs of Zion!

4 Ere kaka wanyalo wero wende Jehova Nyasaye kapod wan e piny ma wendo?

How shall we sing the song of Yahweh, on a foreign soil?

5 Ka dipo ni wiya owil kodi, yaye Jerusalem, to mad lweta ma korachwich wiye wil gi tichne.

If I forget thee, O Jerusalem, Let my right-hand forget:

6 Mad lewa moki e danda ka dipo ni ok apari, ka dipo ni ok aketo chunya kuomi, yaye Jerusalem, morna maduongʼ mogik.

Let my tongue cleave to the roof of my mouth, if I do not remember thee! if I do not lift up Jerusalem above the head of mine own gladness.

7 Parie gima ne jo-Edom otimo, yaye Jehova Nyasaye, parie gima negitimo chiengʼ mane Jerusalem opodho. Ne gikok matek niya, “Mukeuru ogoye piny. Mukeuru ogore piny gi mise mare duto!”

Remember, O Yahweh, against the sons of Edom, the day of Jerusalem, —how they continued to say—Overthrow! Overthrow! unto the foundation within it.

8 Yaye nyar Babulon, in mochanni kethruok, ngʼama nochuli kuom gima isetimonwa en jahawi,

O ruined daughter of Babylon, —how happy the man who shall repay thee thy dealing, wherewith thou didst deal with us!

9 ngʼat manomak nyithindi mayom mi gogi piny e lwendni en jahawi.

How happy the man who shall snatch away and dash thy children against the crag.