Psalms 137

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

Babildiki derya-ériqlar boyida biz olturduq; Zionni esliginimizde, berheq yigha kötürduq;

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

Chiltarimizni arisidiki sögetlerge ésip qoyduq.

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.

Chünki bizni sürgün qilghanlar bizdin naxsha telep qildi; Bizni zarlatquchilar bizdin tamasha telep qilip: — «Hey, Zion naxshiliridin birni bizge éytqina» — déyishti.

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

Yaqa yurtta turup Perwerdigarning naxshisini qandaqmu éytayli?

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

Ey Yérusalém, men séni untusam, Ong qolum [maharitini] untusun!

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.

Séni eslimisem, — Yérusalémni eng chong xursenlikimdin ewzel körmisem — Tilim tanglayimgha chapliship qalsun!

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.

I Perwerdigar, Édom baliliridin hésab alghanda, Yérusalémning béshigha chüshken künini yadinggha keltürgeysen; Chünki ular: «Uni yer bilen yeksan qilinglar, Ulighiche yer bilen yeksan qilinglar!» déyishti.

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

I bulinish aldida turghan Babil qizi, Bizge qilghan qilmishliringni özüngge qayturghuchi bextliktur!

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

Bowaqliringni élip tashqa atquchi kishi bextliktur!