Psalms 137

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

Babylon long keng awh ngawi unyng saw Zion ce ka mik poek awh kqang unyng.

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

Cawh tuiqi awh tingtoeng ce hoei unyng,

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.

cawh kaimih anik tukhqi ing laa sak aham ni ceei khqi hy, kaimih anik thekhanaak thlangkhqi ing zeelnaak laa sak aham ni ngaih hy, “Zion a laa pynoet awh sa law lah uh ee!” ni tinak khqi hy.

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

Ikawmyihna thlang a qam na Bawipa a laa ce ka mi sak thai kaw?

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

Aw Jerusalem, nang ce ka ni hilh awhtaw kak tang ben kut ing a simnaak hilh poe lawt seh.

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.

Nang amni sim voel nyng saw, ka zeelnaak soeih Jerusalem, nang ce am ka nik poek voel hawh awhtaw, kam lai ing dangkhyl na bet qu qap seh.

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.

Aw Bawipa, Jerusalem a zawk nyn awhkaw Edomkhqi ing ik-oeih ami sai ce, sim loet lah. “Hre bang tlang, tung nang lingnaak dyna phu bang tlang uh!” tinawh amik khy ce.

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

Aw Babylon canu, ak plawci hly kawi, kaimih ak khan awh ik-oeih na sainaak amyihna, nang ak khan awh ik-oeih ak thung lawkhqi zeel kawm uh –

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

na naacakhqi ce amim tu law coengawh lung khawng na kawm uh.