Psalms 137

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

Ezalaki biso ya kovanda pembeni ya bibale ya Babiloni, tozalaki kolela na tozalaki kokanisa Siona.

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

Todiembikaki mandanda na biso na banzete ya pepiliye ya etuka yango.

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.”

Kuna, bato oyo bamemaki biso na bowumbu bazalaki kosenga biso banzembo; mpe banyokoli na biso bazalaki kosenga biso ete tozala na esengo. Bazalaki koloba: « Boyembela biso banzembo ya Siona! »

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

Tokoyemba banzembo ya Yawe ndenge nini na mabele ya bapaya?

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

Oh Yelusalemi, soki nabosani yo, wana tika ete loboko na ngai ya mobali elemba!

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.

Soki natiki penza kokanisa yo, Yelusalemi, soki natie yo te liboso ya esengo nyonso, wana tika ete lolemo na ngai ekangama kati na monoko na ngai!

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.”

Yawe, kobosana te bato ya Edomi oyo basekaki Yelusalemi na mokolo na yango ya mawa; bazalaki koganga: « Bobuka yango, bobuka kino na miboko na yango! »

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

Babiloni, engumba kitoko, yo oyo okobebisama solo, esengo na moto oyo akozongisela yo mabe na mabe oyo osalaki biso!

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

Esengo na moto oyo akokanga bana na yo mpe akonika bango na libanga!