Psalms 137

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

Nʼakụkụ iyi niile Babilọn ka anyị nọdụrụ ala kwaa akwa mgbe anyị chetara Zayọn.

2 We hanged our harps upon the willows in the midst thereof.

Ọ bụ nʼosisi pọpla ka anyị kokwasịrị ụbọ akwara anyị niile.

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.

Nʼebe ahụ ka ndị dọtara anyị nʼagha gwara anyị ka anyị bụọrọ ha abụ, ndị na-emekpa anyị ahụ rịọrọ anyị ka anyị bụọrọ ha abụ ọṅụ; ha kwuru sị, “Bụọrọnụ anyị otu abụ nʼime abụ Zayọn!”

4 How shall we sing Yhwh's song in a strange land?

Ma, olee otu anyị ga-esi bụọ abụ Onyenwe anyị ebe anyị nọ nʼala ọzọ?

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

Ọ bụrụ na m echezọọ gị, Jerusalem, ka aka nri m chefuo ǹka ya.

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

Ọ bụrụ na m echezọọ gị, ọ bụrụkwa na m akwụsị iche echiche banyere Jerusalem, oke ọṅụ m, ka ire m rapara nʼokpo ọnụ m.

7 Remember, O Yhwh, the children of Edom in the day of Jerusalem; who said, Rase it, rase it, even to the foundation thereof.

Cheta, o Onyenwe anyị, ihe ndị Edọm mere nʼụbọchị ahụ a dọtara Jerusalem nʼagha. “Tikpọsịa ya,” ka ha tiri, “Tikpọsịa ya ruo na ntọala ya niile!”

8 O daughter of Babylon, who art to be destroyed; happy shall he be, that rewardeth thee as thou hast served us.

Gị ada Babilọn, onye a ghaghị ịla nʼiyi, ọṅụ ga-abụ nke onye ahụ ga-akwụghachi gị ụgwọ ọrụ ruru gị nʼihi ihe i mere anyị,

9 Happy shall he be, that taketh and dasheth thy little ones against the stones.

onye ahụ ga-achịrị ụmụ gị ndị na-aṅụ ara tụpịa ha nʼelu nkume.