Psalms 137

1 When we sat down by the rivers of Babylon we wept as we remembered Zion.

Babylon tuiva ah te ka ngol uh tih Zion ka poek uh vaengah ka rhap uh.

2 We hung up our harps on the willow trees.

A khui kah tuirhi dongah ka rhotoeng te ka bang uh.

3 For those who had taken us captive asked us for a song—our tormentors wanted us to sing a happy song from Jerusalem.

Kaimih aka sol rhoek kaimih te laa ol hnap n'dawt uh. Kaimih aka parhaengkung long khaw, “Zion laa te kaimih ham kohoenah neh hlai uh lah,” a ti uh.

4 But how could we sing a song dedicated to the Lord in a pagan land?

Balae tih BOEIPA laa he kholong kho ah ka hlai uh eh?

5 If I forget Jerusalem, may my right hand forget how to play;

Jerusalem nang te kan hnilh atah ka bantang kut he hnilh uh saeh.

6 May my tongue stick to the roof of my mouth if I don't remember you—if I don't consider Jerusalem my greatest joy.

Nang te kan thoelh pawt tih, Jerusalem te ka kohoenah somtung la ka pacuet pawt atah ka lai he ka dang la kap uh saeh.

7 Lord, please remember what the people of Edom did on the day Jerusalem fell, the ones who said “Tear it down! Destroy it down to its foundations!”

BOEIPA aw Jerusalem tue vaengkah Edom koca rhoek loh, “A khoengim duela kingling uh kingling uh,” a ti uh te poek pah.

8 Daughter of Babylon, you will be destroyed! Happy is the one who pays you back, who does to you what you did to us!

Hlang aka rhoelrhak Babylon nu aw, kaimih taengah na saii bangla na thaphu te namah taengah aka thuung tah a yoethen.

9 Happy is the one who grabs your children and smashes them against the rocks!

Na camoe rhoek te a tuuk tih, thaelpang dongah aka phop tah a yoethen.