Psalms 137

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

Babilonia nsubɔnten ho, ɛhɔ na yɛtena suu bere a yɛkaee Sion no.

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

Ɛhɔ konkɔn so nnua mu na yɛde yɛn asanku sensɛnee,

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.”

ɛhɔ na yɛn nnommumfafo kaa se yɛnto nnwom, yɛn ahohiafo hwehwɛɛ anigye nnwom fii yɛn nkyɛn; wɔkae se, “Monto Sion nnwom baako nkyerɛ yɛn!”

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

Ɛbɛyɛ dɛn na yɛatumi ato Awurade nnwom, bere a yɛwɔ ananafo asase so?

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

Yerusalem, sɛ me werɛ fi wo a ma me nsa nifa werɛ mfi sankubɔ.

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.

Sɛ mankae wo a, ma me tɛkrɛma nka ntare mʼanom sɛ mamfa Yerusalem sɛ mʼanigyede kɛse pa ara a.

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.”

Kae, Awurade, nea Edomfo yɛɛ da a Yerusalem hwee ase no. Wɔteɛɛ mu se, “Munnwiriw, munnwiriw ngu fam nkɔka ne fapem!”

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

Ɔbabea Babilonia, wɔadome wo akɔ ɔsɛe mu, nea otua wo ka bio ani gye wɔ nea wode ayɛ yɛn no ho.

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

Nea ɔkyere wo nkokoaa de wɔn dwiradwira abotan no ani gye.