Zaburi 137

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

By the rivers of Babylon we sat down and wept when we thought about Zion.

2 Ne wangʼawo thumbewa ewi omburi mane ni kanyo,

On the poplars there we hung our harps.

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

There our captors required songs from us, and those who mocked us required us to be happy, saying, “Sing us one of the songs of Zion.”

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

How could we sing a song about Yahweh in a foreign land?

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

If I ignore the memory of you, Jerusalem, let my right hand forget her skill.

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 cling to the roof of my mouth if I think about you no more, if I do not prefer Jerusalem more than my greatest delights.

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!”

Call to mind, Yahweh, what the Edomites did on the day Jerusalem fell. They said, “Tear it down, tear it down to its foundations.”

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

Daughter of Babylon, soon to be destroyed— may the person be blessed, whoever pays you back for what you have done to us.

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

May the person be blessed, whoever takes and dashes your little ones against a rock.