Psalms 137

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

E bath aore mag Babulon ne wabet piny kendo ne waywak kane waparo Sayun.

2 We hung our harps on willows in its midst.

Ne wangʼawo thumbewa ewi omburi mane ni kanyo,

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

nimar joma ne omakowa nokwayowa wende kane wan kanyo, joma nesandowa nochunowa ni wawernegi wende mor; negiwachonwa niya, “Wernwauru achiel kuom wende Sayun!”

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

Ere kaka wanyalo wero wende Jehova Nyasaye kapod wan e piny ma wendo?

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

Ka dipo ni wiya owil kodi, yaye Jerusalem, to mad lweta ma korachwich wiye wil gi tichne.

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

Mad lewa moki e danda ka dipo ni ok apari, ka dipo ni ok aketo chunya kuomi, yaye Jerusalem, morna maduongʼ mogik.

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

Parie gima ne jo-Edom otimo, yaye Jehova Nyasaye, parie gima negitimo chiengʼ mane Jerusalem opodho. Ne gikok matek niya, “Mukeuru ogoye piny. Mukeuru ogore piny gi mise mare duto!”

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.

Yaye nyar Babulon, in mochanni kethruok, ngʼama nochuli kuom gima isetimonwa en jahawi,

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

ngʼat manomak nyithindi mayom mi gogi piny e lwendni en jahawi.