Psalms 137

1 By the rivers of Babylon, there we sat down; yea, we wept when we remembered Zion.

Bò rivyè a Babylone yo, se la nou te chita. Nou te kriye, lè nou te sonje Sion.

2 We hanged our harps upon the willows in the midst thereof.

Sou pye sikrèn nan mitan li an, nou te pandye ap nou yo.

3 For there they that carried us away captive required of us a song; and they that made us wail [required] mirth, [saying, ] Sing us [one] of the songs of Zion.

Paske la, ravisè nou yo te mande nou chante pou yo, e bouwo nou yo ak gwo kè kontan, t ap di: “Chante pou nou youn nan chanson Sion yo.”

4 How should we sing a song of Jehovah's upon a foreign soil?

Kijan pou nou ta chante chan SENYÈ a nan yon peyi etranje?

5 If I forget thee, Jerusalem, let my right hand forget [its skill];

Si mwen ta bliye ou, O Jérusalem, kite men dwat mwen bliye kapasite li.

6 If I do not remember thee, let my tongue cleave to my palate: if I prefer not Jerusalem above my chief joy.

Ke lang mwen kole rèd anlè bouch mwen, Si m pa ta sonje ou, si m pa ta leve Jérusalem wo, pi wo ke pi gwo plezi m yo.

7 Remember, O Jehovah, against the sons of Edom, the day of Jerusalem; who said, Lay [it] bare, Lay [it] bare, down to its foundation!

Sonje, O SENYÈ, kont fis a Édom yo, jou a Jérusalem nan, ke yo te di: “Raze l nèt! Raze l jis rive nan fondasyon li.”

8 Daughter of Babylon, who art to be laid waste, happy he that rendereth unto thee that which thou hast meted out to us.

O fi a Babylone nan, Ou menm ki te devaste nou an, A la beni (sila) ki rekonpanse ou ak menm rekonpans ke ou te rekonpanse nou an va beni!

9 Happy he that taketh and dasheth thy little ones against the rock.

A la beni (sila) ki sezi pitit ou yo, e ki kraze yo nan wòch la va beni!