Psalms 137

1 By the rivers of Babylon, there we sat, and we also wept when we remembered Zion.

I te taha o nga wai o Papurona, noho ana tatou i reira, ae, tangi ana tatou, ia tatou i mahara ai ki Hiona.

2 Upon the willows in her midst had we hung up our harps.

Whakairia ake e tatou a tatou hapa ki runga ki nga wirou i waenganui o reira.

3 For there our captors demanded of us the words of song; and those that mocked us, joy, [saying, ] Sing for us one of the songs of Zion.

No te mea i tono i reira te hunga nana tatou i herehere ki etahi waiata i a tatou, me te hunga nana tatou i tukino i tono mai he hari i a tatou, i mea mai, Waiatatia mai ki a matou tetahi o nga waiate o Hiona.

4 How should we sing the song of the Lord on the soil of the stranger?

Me pehea matou ka waiata ai i te waiata a Ihowa i te whenua tauhou?

5 If I forget thee, O Jerusalem, may my right hand forget—.

Ki te wareware ahau ki a koe, e Hiruharama, kia wareware toku ringa matau ki tana mahi.

6 May my tongue cleave to my palate if I do not remember thee: if I recall not Jerusalem at the head of my joy.

Ki te kore ahau e mahara ki a koe, kia piri toku arero ki toku ngao; ki te kore ahau e whakanui i Hiruharama ki runga ake i taku mea i tino hari ai.

7 Remember, O Lord, unto the children of Edom the day of Jerusalem; who said, Raze it, raze it, even to her very foundation.

E Ihowa, maharatia nga tama a Eroma i te ra o Hiruharama; ta ratou meatanga, Whakahoroa, whakahoroa, a taea rawatia ano tona turanga.

8 O daughter of Babylon, who art wasted: happy he, that repayeth thee thy recompense for what thou hast done to us.

E te tamahine o Papurona, meake nei whakangaromia, ka hari te tangata e utua ai koe mo tau i mea ai ki a matou.

9 Happy he, that seizeth and dasheth thy babes against the rock.

Ka hari te tangata e hopu ana, e ta ana i au mea nohinohi ki runga ki te kohatu.