Psalms 137

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

KIT momoder ni kailan pilap en Papel o janejan, ni ni tamanda Jion.

2 There on the willows we hung our harps,

Kit lanadar at arp akan nin tuka kan, me mi waja o.

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

Pwe me jali kit edi inda, jen kaul, o jen pereperen ni at mamaiei: Komail wiai on kit kaul apot duen Jion.

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

Iaduen at pan kak wiada kaul nil leowa nan jap en men wai?

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

Ma i pan monoke uk ala Ierujalem, pa i pali maun ap pil pun 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 paj on pan natanat ai, ma i jolar pan taman uk adar, ma i jolar pan peren kida Ierujalem mon meakaroj.

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

Main leowa, kom kotin tamanda en men Edom ar lokolokaia ni ran apwal en lerujalem Kawela, kawela lao Iel on nan pwel!

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

Toun Papel, morjued koe, re meid pai, me pan wiai on 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 jeri pwelel o kajuk pajan nin takai!