Psalms 137

1 Upon the rivers of Babylon, there we sat and wept: when we remembered Sion:

Panzizi dzeBhabhironi takagarapo tikachema, patakarangarira Zioni.

2 On the willows in the midst thereof we hung up our instruments.

Pamikonachando apo ndipo patakaturika mbira dzedu,

3 For there they that led us into captivity required of us the words of songs. And they that carried us away, said: Sing ye to us a hymn of the songs of Sion.

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

4 How shall we sing the song of the Lord in a strange land?

Tingaimba seiko nziyo dzaJehovha tiri munyika yokumwe?

5 If I forget thee, O Jerusalem, let my right hand be forgotten.

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

6 Let my tongue cleave to my jaws, if I do not remember thee: If I make not Jerusalem the beginning of my joy.

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

7 Remember, O Lord, the children of Edom, in the day of Jerusalem: Who say: Rase it, rase it, even to the foundation thereof.

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

8 O daughter of Babylon, miserable: blessed shall he be who shall repay thee thy payment which thou hast paid us.

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

9 Blessed be he that shall take and dash thy little ones against the rock.

iye achatora pwere dzako agodzirovera pamatombo.