Psalms 137

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

Babildiki derya-ériqlar boyida biz olturduq; Zionni esliginimizde, berheq yigha kötürduq;

2 We hung up our harps on the willow trees.

Chiltarimizni arisidiki sögetlerge ésip qoyduq.

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

Chünki bizni sürgün qilghanlar bizdin naxsha telep qildi; Bizni zarlatquchilar bizdin tamasha telep qilip: — «Hey, Zion naxshiliridin birni bizge éytqina» — déyishti.

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

Yaqa yurtta turup Perwerdigarning naxshisini qandaqmu éytayli?

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

Ey Yérusalém, men séni untusam, Ong qolum [maharitini] untusun!

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.

Séni eslimisem, — Yérusalémni eng chong xursenlikimdin ewzel körmisem — Tilim tanglayimgha chapliship qalsun!

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!”

I Perwerdigar, Édom baliliridin hésab alghanda, Yérusalémning béshigha chüshken künini yadinggha keltürgeysen; Chünki ular: «Uni yer bilen yeksan qilinglar, Ulighiche yer bilen yeksan qilinglar!» déyishti.

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!

I bulinish aldida turghan Babil qizi, Bizge qilghan qilmishliringni özüngge qayturghuchi bextliktur!

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

Bowaqliringni élip tashqa atquchi kishi bextliktur!