Psalms 137

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

Va muenda minlangu minneni mi Babiloni; tuvuanda ayi tudila bu tutebukila Sioni moyo.

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

Kuna tudengidika zingitala zieto mu minti.

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.

Bila kuna, batu bobo batukanga mu kivika batulomba tuyimbila minkunga; minyamisi mieto mituyuvula minkunga mi khini; batuba: “lutuyimbidila nkunga wumosi mu minkunga mi Sioni.”

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

A buevi tulenda yimbidila minkunga mi Yave mu ntoto wu kinzenza e?

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

Enati ndizimbikini, a Yelusalemi; bika koko kuama ku lubakala kuzimbakana zitsembo ziandi.

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.

Bika ludimi luama lunama mu mianzi mi munu ama enati ndikadi kutebukila moyo, enati ndikadi ba mayindu mu Yelusalemi, khini ama yoyo yilutidi zangama.

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

Tebuka moyo, a Yave, momo basi Edomi bavanga mu lumbu kibua Yelusalemi, Bayamikina: “lutiolumuna, lutiolumuna nate muna zifundasio ziandi.”

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

A muana ndumba wu Babiloni, ngeyo wukubuku mu bungu; khini kuidi mutu wowo wukuvutudila mambu momo wutuvangila.

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

Khini kuidi mutu wumbuila bana baku batsombi ayi wela kuba banda va matadi.