Psalms 137

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

Kando ya mito ya Babeli tuliketi, tukaomboleza tulipokumbuka Sayuni.

2 We hung up our harps on the willow trees.

Kwenye miti ya huko tulitundika vinubi vyetu,

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

kwa maana huko hao waliotuteka walitaka tuwaimbie nyimbo, watesi wetu walidai nyimbo za furaha; walisema, “Tuimbieni wimbo mmoja kati ya nyimbo za Sayuni!”

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

Tutaimbaje nyimbo za Bwana, tukiwa nchi ya kigeni?

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

Nikikusahau wewe, ee Yerusalemu, basi mkono wangu wa kuume na usahau ujuzi wake.

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.

Ulimi wangu ushikamane na kaakaa la kinywa changu kama sitakukumbuka wewe, kama nisipokufikiri Yerusalemu kuwa furaha yangu kubwa.

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!”

Kumbuka, Ee Bwana, walichokifanya Waedomu, siku ile Yerusalemu ilipoanguka. Walisema, “Bomoa, Bomoa mpaka kwenye misingi yake!”

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!

Ee binti Babeli, uliyehukumiwa kuangamizwa, heri yeye atakayekulipiza wewe kwa yale uliyotutenda sisi:

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

yeye ambaye atawakamata watoto wako wachanga na kuwaponda juu ya miamba.