Psalms 137

1 By the rivers of Babylon we sat and wept when we remembered Zion.

KIT momoder ni kailan pilap en Papel akan o sangesang, ni at tamanda Sion.

2 There on the willows we hung our harps,

Kit langadar at arp akan nin tuka kan, me mi wasa o,

3 for there our captors requested a song; our tormentors demanded songs of joy: “Sing us a song of Zion.”

Pwe me sali kit edi inda, sen kaul, o sen pereperen ni at mamaiei: Komail wiai ong kit kaul apot duen Sion.

4 How can we sing a song of the LORD in a foreign land?

Iaduen at pan kak wiada kaul ong Ieowa nan sap en men wai?

5 If I forget you, O Jerusalem, may my right hand cease to function.

Ma i pan monoke uk ala Ierusalem, pa i pali maun ap pil pan monokinokla.

6 May my tongue cling to the roof of my mouth if I do not remember you, if I do not exalt Jerusalem as my greatest joy!

Lo i pan pas ong pan ngatangat ai, ma i solar pan taman uk adar, ma i solar pan peren kida Ierusalem mon meakaros.

7 Remember, O LORD, the sons of Edom on the day Jerusalem fell: “Destroy it,” they said, “tear it down to its foundations!”

Maing Ieowa, kom kotin tamanda en men Edom ar lokolokaia ni ran apwal en Ierusalem: Kawela, kawela lao lel ong nan pwel!

8 O Daughter of Babylon, doomed to destruction, blessed is he who repays you as you have done to us.

Toun Papel, morsued koe, re meid pai, me pan wiai ong uk duen me koe wiadar!

9 Blessed is he who seizes your infants and dashes them against the rocks.

Meid pai ir, me pan koledi noum seri pwelel o kasuk pasang nin takai!