Psalms 137

1 By the rivers of Babylon, there we sat down, yes, we wept, when we remembered Zion.

Tañ’olon-tsaka e Bavele eo, ty nitoboha’ay naho nirovetse, t’ie nahatiahy i Tsiône.

2 We hanged our harps on the willows in the middle thereof.

Amo sohihy añivo’eo ty nandradoradoa’ay o marovani’aio,

3 For there they that carried us away captive required of us a song; and they that wasted us required of us mirth, saying, Sing us one of the songs of Zion.

Teo ty nihalalia’ o mpanese anaio sabo, naho nipaia’ o mpampisoañ’ anaio rebeke, ami’ty hoe: Isabò o sabo’ i Tsiôneo.

4 How shall we sing the LORD’s song in a strange land?

Aa vaho akore ty hisaboentika ty sabo’ Iehovà an-tanen’ ambahiny atoy?

5 If I forget you, O Jerusalem, let my right hand forget her cunning.

Naho haliñoko irehe ry Ierosalaime, le angao ho kombimba ty sirako havana.

6 If I do not remember you, let my tongue stick to the roof of my mouth; if I prefer not Jerusalem above my chief joy.

Adono hipitek’ ami’ty lañilañiko ty lelako, naho tsy mahatiahy azo iraho, lehe tsy aonjoko ambone’ ze mahafale ahiko iaby t’Ierosalaime.

7 Remember, O LORD, the children of Edom in the day of Jerusalem; who said, Raze it, raze it, even to the foundation thereof.

Tiahio ry Iehovà ty kabò’o amo nte Edomeo tañ’andro’ Ierosalaime: Rotsaho! hoe iereo, akoromaho pak’amo mananta’eo!

8 O daughter of Babylon, who are to be destroyed; happy shall he be, that rewards you as you have served us.

Ry anak-ampela’ i Bavele, harotsake irehe, haha ty hañavak’azo amy nañondroha’o ama’aio.

9 Happy shall he be, that takes and dashes your little ones against the stones.

Fale ty handrambe o anak’ajaja’oo, handretsake iareo an-damilamy eo.