Psalms 137

1 By the rivers of Babylon, there we sat down. Yes, we wept, when we remembered Zion.

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

2 On the willows in its midst, we hung up our harps.

Kumeneko, pa mitengo ya misondozi tinapachika apangwe athu,

3 For there, those who led us captive asked us for songs. Those who tormented us demanded songs of joy: "Sing us one of the songs 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 can we sing the LORD's song in a foreign land?

Tingayimbe bwanji nyimbo za Yehova mʼdziko lachilendo?

5 If I forget you, Jerusalem, let my right hand be forgotten.

Ndikakuyiwala iwe Yerusalemu, dzanja langa lamanja liyiwale luso lake.

6 Let my tongue stick to the roof of my mouth if I do not remember you; if I do not prefer 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, LORD, against the descendants of Edom, the day of Jerusalem; who said, "Raze it. Raze it even 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 Daughter of Babylon, doomed to destruction, he will be blessed who rewards you, as you have served us.

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

9 Blessed shall he be who takes and dashes your little ones against the rock.

Amene adzagwira makanda ako ndi kuwakankhanthitsa pa miyala.