Psalms 137

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

Ngurumo-inĩ cia njũũĩ cia Babuloni nĩkuo twaikaraga thĩ tũkarĩra, twaririkana Zayuni.

2 We hung up our harps on the willow trees.

Kũu mĩtĩ-inĩ ya mĩethia nĩkuo twacuuragia inanda ciitũ cia mũgeeto,

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

nĩgũkorwo tũrĩ kũu andũ arĩa maatũtahĩte nĩmatwĩraga tũmainĩre nyĩmbo, o acio atũnyariiri magatwĩra tũmainĩre nyĩmbo tũkenete, magatwĩra atĩrĩ, “Tũinĩrei rwĩmbo rũmwe rwa iria mwainaga mũrĩ Zayuni!”

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

Tũngĩhota atĩa kũina nyĩmbo cia Jehova tũrĩ bũrũri wa ũgeni?

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

Ingĩkariganĩrwo nĩwe, Wee Jerusalemu-rĩ, guoko gwakwa kwa ũrĩo kũrokĩriganĩrwo nĩ ũũgĩ wakuo wa gwĩka maũndũ.

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.

Rũrĩmĩ rwakwa rũronyiitana na karakara ingĩkaaga gũkũririkana, ingĩkaaga gũtua Jerusalemu gĩkeno gĩakwa kĩrĩa kĩnene.

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!”

Wee Jehova, ririkana ũrĩa andũ a Edomu meekire, mũthenya ũrĩa itũũra rĩa Jerusalemu rĩanyiitirwo. Maanĩrĩire, makiuga atĩrĩ, “Rĩmomorei, rĩmomorei o nginya mũthingi-inĩ warĩo!”

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!

Wee mwarĩ wa Babuloni, o wee ũtuĩrĩirwo kũniinwo, gũkena nĩ mũndũ ũrĩa ũgũgwĩka o ta ũguo ũtwĩkĩte:

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

gũkena nĩ mũndũ ũrĩa ũhuragia tũkenge twaku, agatũgũthithia ndwaro-inĩ cia mahiga.