Psalms 137

1 By rivers of Babylon—There we sat, Indeed, we wept when we remembered Zion.

Mʼmbali mwa mitsinje ya ku Babuloni tinakhala pansi ndi kulira pamene tinakumbukira Ziyoni.

2 We hung our harps on willows in its midst.

Kumeneko, pa mitengo ya misondozi tinapachika apangwe athu,

3 For there our captors asked us the words of a song, And our spoilers—joy: “Sing to us of a song of Zion.”

pakuti anthu otigwira ukapolo anatipempha kuti tiyimbe nyimbo. Otizunza athu anafuna nyimbo zachisangalalo; iwo anati, “Tiyimbireni imodzi mwa nyimbo za ku Ziyoni!”

4 How do we sing the song of YHWH, On the land of a stranger?

Tingayimbe bwanji nyimbo za Yehova mʼdziko lachilendo?

5 If I forget you, O Jerusalem, my right hand forgets!

Ndikakuyiwala iwe Yerusalemu, dzanja langa lamanja liyiwale luso lake.

6 My tongue cleaves to my palate, If I do not remember you, If I do not exalt Jerusalem above my chief joy.

Lilime langa limamatire ku nkhama za mʼkamwa mwanga ndikapanda kukukumbukira iwe Yerusalemu, ngati sindiyesa iwe chimwemwe changa chachikulu.

7 Remember, YHWH, for the sons of Edom, The day of Jerusalem, Those saying, “Raze, raze to its foundation!”

Kumbukirani, Inu Yehova, zimene Aedomu anachita pa tsiku limene Yerusalemu anagonja. Iwowo anafuwula kuti, “Mugwetseni pansi, mugwetseni pansi mpaka pa maziko ake!”

8 O daughter of Babylon, O destroyed one, O the blessedness of him who repays to you your deed, That you have done to us.

Iwe mwana wa mkazi wa Babuloni, woyenera kuwonongedwa, wodalitsika ndi yemwe adzakubwezera pa zimene watichitira.

9 O the blessedness of him who seizes, and has dashed your sucklings on the rock!

Amene adzagwira makanda ako ndi kuwakankhanthitsa pa miyala.