Psalms 137

1 A Psalm of David: to Jeremiah. Above the rivers of Babylon, there we sat and wept, while we remembered Zion.

Babylon tuiva ah te ka ngol uh tih Zion ka poek uh vaengah ka rhap uh.

2 By the willow trees, in their midst, we hung up our instruments.

A khui kah tuirhi dongah ka rhotoeng te ka bang uh.

3 For, in that place, those who led us into captivity questioned us about the words of the songs. And those who carried us away said: “Sing us a hymn from the songs of Zion.”

Kaimih aka sol rhoek kaimih te laa ol hnap n'dawt uh. Kaimih aka parhaengkung long khaw, “Zion laa te kaimih ham kohoenah neh hlai uh lah,” a ti uh.

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

Balae tih BOEIPA laa he kholong kho ah ka hlai uh eh?

5 If I ever forget you, Jerusalem, let my right hand be forgotten.

Jerusalem nang te kan hnilh atah ka bantang kut he hnilh uh saeh.

6 May my tongue adhere to my jaws, if I do not remember you, if I do not set Jerusalem first, as the beginning of my joy.

Nang te kan thoelh pawt tih, Jerusalem te ka kohoenah somtung la ka pacuet pawt atah ka lai he ka dang la kap uh saeh.

7 O Lord, call to mind the sons of Edom, in the day of Jerusalem, who say: “Despoil it, despoil it, even to its foundation.”

BOEIPA aw Jerusalem tue vaengkah Edom koca rhoek loh, “A khoengim duela kingling uh kingling uh,” a ti uh te poek pah.

8 O daughter of Babylon, have pity. Blessed is he who will repay you with your payment, which you have paid to us.

Hlang aka rhoelrhak Babylon nu aw, kaimih taengah na saii bangla na thaphu te namah taengah aka thuung tah a yoethen.

9 Blessed is he who will take hold of your little ones and dash them against the rock.

Na camoe rhoek te a tuuk tih, thaelpang dongah aka phop tah a yoethen.