Psalms 137

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

KIT momoder ni kailan pilap en Papel akan o sangesang, ni at tamanda Sion.

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

Kit langadar at arp akan nin tuka kan, me mi wasa o,

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.”

Pwe me sali kit edi inda, sen kaul, o sen pereperen ni at mamaiei: Komail wiai ong kit kaul apot duen Sion.

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

Iaduen at pan kak wiada kaul ong Ieowa nan sap en men wai?

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

Ma i pan monoke uk ala Ierusalem, pa i pali maun ap pil pan monokinokla.

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.

Lo i pan pas ong pan ngatangat ai, ma i solar pan taman uk adar, ma i solar pan peren kida Ierusalem mon meakaros.

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.”

Maing Ieowa, kom kotin tamanda en men Edom ar lokolokaia ni ran apwal en Ierusalem: Kawela, kawela lao lel ong nan pwel!

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

Toun Papel, morsued koe, re meid pai, me pan wiai ong uk duen me koe wiadar!

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

Meid pai ir, me pan koledi noum seri pwelel o kasuk pasang nin takai!