Psalms 137

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

KIT momoder ni kailan pilap en Papel akan o sangesang, ni at tamanda Sion.

2 We hung our harps on willows in its midst.

Kit langadar at arp akan nin tuka kan, me mi wasa o,

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

Pwe me sali kit edi inda, sen kaul, o sen pereperen ni at mamaiei: Komail wiai ong kit kaul apot duen Sion.

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

Iaduen at pan kak wiada kaul ong Ieowa nan sap en men wai?

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

Ma i pan monoke uk ala Ierusalem, pa i pali maun ap pil pan monokinokla.

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

Lo i pan pas ong pan ngatangat ai, ma i solar pan taman uk adar, ma i solar pan peren kida Ierusalem mon meakaros.

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

Maing Ieowa, kom kotin tamanda en men Edom ar lokolokaia ni ran apwal en Ierusalem: Kawela, kawela lao lel ong nan pwel!

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.

Toun Papel, morsued koe, re meid pai, me pan wiai ong uk duen me koe wiadar!

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

Meid pai ir, me pan koledi noum seri pwelel o kasuk pasang nin takai!