Psalms 137

1 By the rivers of Babylon we were seated, weeping at the memory of Zion,

Mʼmbali mwa mitsinje ya ku Babuloni tinakhala pansi ndi kulira pamene tinakumbukira Ziyoni.

2 Hanging our instruments of music on the trees by the waterside.

Kumeneko, pa mitengo ya misondozi tinapachika apangwe athu,

3 For there those who had taken us prisoners made request for a song; and those who had taken away all we had gave us orders to be glad, saying, Give us one of the songs of Zion.

pakuti anthu otigwira ukapolo anatipempha kuti tiyimbe nyimbo. Otizunza athu anafuna nyimbo zachisangalalo; iwo anati, “Tiyimbireni imodzi mwa nyimbo za ku Ziyoni!”

4 How may we give the Lord's song in a strange land?

Tingayimbe bwanji nyimbo za Yehova mʼdziko lachilendo?

5 If I keep not your memory, O Jerusalem, let not my right hand keep the memory of its art.

Ndikakuyiwala iwe Yerusalemu, dzanja langa lamanja liyiwale luso lake.

6 If I let you go out of my thoughts, and if I do not put Jerusalem before my greatest joy, let my tongue be fixed to the roof of my mouth.

Lilime langa limamatire ku nkhama za mʼkamwa mwanga ndikapanda kukukumbukira iwe Yerusalemu, ngati sindiyesa iwe chimwemwe changa chachikulu.

7 O Lord, keep in mind against the children of Edom the day of Jerusalem; how they said, Let it be uncovered, uncovered even to its base.

Kumbukirani, Inu Yehova, zimene Aedomu anachita pa tsiku limene Yerusalemu anagonja. Iwowo anafuwula kuti, “Mugwetseni pansi, mugwetseni pansi mpaka pa maziko ake!”

8 O daughter of Babylon, whose fate is destruction; happy is the man who does to you what you have done to us.

Iwe mwana wa mkazi wa Babuloni, woyenera kuwonongedwa, wodalitsika ndi yemwe adzakubwezera pa zimene watichitira.

9 Happy is the man who takes your little ones, crushing them against the rocks.

Amene adzagwira makanda ako ndi kuwakankhanthitsa pa miyala.