Psalms 137

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

Babilonia tɔsisiwo toe míenɔ, hɛnɔ avi fam, esi míeɖo ŋku Zion dzi.

2 We hung our harps on willows in its midst.

Míetsɔ míaƒe kasaŋkuwo ku amuti siwo le afi ma,

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

elabena afi mae ame siwo ɖe aboyo mí la bia ha tso mía si le; ame siwo wɔ fu mí la bia dzidzɔhawo tso mía si hegblɔ be, “Midzi Zion hawo dometɔ ɖeka na mí!”

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

Aleke miadzi Yehowa ƒe hawo le dzronyigba dzi?

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

O! Yerusalem, ne meŋlɔ wò be la, nye nuɖusibɔ nèŋlɔ eƒe ŋusẽ be,

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

eye nye aɖe nelé ɖe nye nu me, ne nyemeɖo ŋku dziwò o, ne nyemebu Yerusalem, nye dzidzɔ kɔkɔtɔ kekeake o.

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

O! Yehowa, ɖo ŋku nu si Edomtɔwo wɔ la dzi, gbe si gbe wogbã Yerusalem. Wodo ɣli be, “Mimui ƒu anyi, migbãe, va se ɖe eƒe gɔmeɖokpewo dzi ke!”

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.

O! Babilonia vinyɔnu, woɖo wò ɖi na tsɔtsrɔ̃, woayra ame si aɖo nu si nèwɔ mí la teƒe na wò,

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

ame si alé wò vidzĩwo axlã ɖe agakpewo.