Psalms 137

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

Panzizi dzeBhabhironi takagarapo tikachema, patakarangarira Zioni.

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

Pamikonachando apo ndipo patakaturika mbira dzedu,

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.

nokuti ipapo avo vakatitapa vakatikumbira nziyo, vatambudzi vedu vakatigombedzera kuti tiimbe nziyo dzomufaro, vakati, “Tiimbirei rumwe rwiyo rweZioni!”

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

Tingaimba seiko nziyo dzaJehovha tiri munyika yokumwe?

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

Kana ndikakukanganwa, iwe Jerusarema, ruoko rwangu rworudyi ngarukanganwe umhizha hwarwo.

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

Rurimi rwangu ngarunamatire kumusoro kwomuromo wangu, kana ndikasakurangarira iwe, kana ndisingafungi Jerusarema, iwo mufaro wangu wapamusoro-soro.

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!

Haiwa Jehovha, rangarirai henyu zvakaitwa navaEdhomu, pazuva rakawa Jerusarema. Vakati, “Rikoromorei! Rikoromorei kusvikira panheyo dzaro!”

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

Haiwa Mwanasikana weBhabhironi, watongerwa kuparadzwa, achafara munhu uyo achatsiva kwauri zvawakaita kwatiri,

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

iye achatora pwere dzako agodzirovera pamatombo.