Psalms 137

1 By rivers of Babylon—There we sat, Indeed, we 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 We hung our harps on willows in its midst.

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

3 For there our captors asked us the words of a song, And our spoilers—joy: “Sing to us of a song 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 do we sing the song of YHWH, On the land of a stranger?

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

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

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

6 My tongue cleaves to my palate, If I do not remember you, If I do not exalt Jerusalem above my chief 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, YHWH, for the sons of Edom, The day of Jerusalem, Those saying, “Raze, raze to its 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, O destroyed one, O the blessedness of him who repays to you your deed, That you have 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 O the blessedness of him who seizes, and has dashed your sucklings on the rock!

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