Psalms 137

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

Va muenda minlangu minneni mi Babiloni; tuvuanda ayi tudila bu tutebukila Sioni moyo.

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

Kuna tudengidika zingitala zieto mu minti.

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.

Bila kuna, batu bobo batukanga mu kivika batulomba tuyimbila minkunga; minyamisi mieto mituyuvula minkunga mi khini; batuba: “lutuyimbidila nkunga wumosi mu minkunga mi Sioni.”

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

A buevi tulenda yimbidila minkunga mi Yave mu ntoto wu kinzenza e?

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

Enati ndizimbikini, a Yelusalemi; bika koko kuama ku lubakala kuzimbakana zitsembo ziandi.

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

Bika ludimi luama lunama mu mianzi mi munu ama enati ndikadi kutebukila moyo, enati ndikadi ba mayindu mu Yelusalemi, khini ama yoyo yilutidi zangama.

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

Tebuka moyo, a Yave, momo basi Edomi bavanga mu lumbu kibua Yelusalemi, Bayamikina: “lutiolumuna, lutiolumuna nate muna zifundasio ziandi.”

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

A muana ndumba wu Babiloni, ngeyo wukubuku mu bungu; khini kuidi mutu wowo wukuvutudila mambu momo wutuvangila.

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

Khini kuidi mutu wumbuila bana baku batsombi ayi wela kuba banda va matadi.