Psalms 137

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

Va muenda minlangu minneni mi Babiloni; tuvuanda ayi tudila bu tutebukila Sioni moyo.

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

Kuna tudengidika zingitala zieto mu minti.

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."

Bila kuna, batu bobo batukanga mu kivika batulomba tuyimbila minkunga; minyamisi mieto mituyuvula minkunga mi khini; batuba: “lutuyimbidila nkunga wumosi mu minkunga mi Sioni.”

4 How can we sing YHWH's song in a foreign land?

A buevi tulenda yimbidila minkunga mi Yave mu ntoto wu kinzenza e?

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

Enati ndizimbikini, a Yelusalemi; bika koko kuama ku lubakala kuzimbakana zitsembo ziandi.

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.

Bika ludimi luama lunama mu mianzi mi munu ama enati ndikadi kutebukila moyo, enati ndikadi ba mayindu mu Yelusalemi, khini ama yoyo yilutidi zangama.

7 Remember, YHWH, against the descendants of Edom, the day of Jerusalem; who said, "Raze it. Raze it even to its foundation."

Tebuka moyo, a Yave, momo basi Edomi bavanga mu lumbu kibua Yelusalemi, Bayamikina: “lutiolumuna, lutiolumuna nate muna zifundasio ziandi.”

8 Daughter of Babylon, doomed to destruction, he will be blessed who rewards you, as you have served us.

A muana ndumba wu Babiloni, ngeyo wukubuku mu bungu; khini kuidi mutu wowo wukuvutudila mambu momo wutuvangila.

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

Khini kuidi mutu wumbuila bana baku batsombi ayi wela kuba banda va matadi.