Psalms 137

1 By the waters of Babylon there we sat, and we wept at the thought of Zion.

Kathutkung: Panuekhoeh Kaimouh teh Babilon palang teng ka tahung awh teh, Zion ka pouk awh dawkvah, ka ka awh.

2 There on the poplars we hung our harps.

Kaimae ratoungnaw hah sumpakung dawk ka bang awh.

3 For there our captors called for a song: our tormentors, rejoicing, saying: ‘Sing us one of the songs of Zion.’

Bangkongtetpawiteh, hote hmuen koe maimouh na ka man niteh, na kahrawinaw ni kai koe la a hei awh. Kaimouh karektapnaw ni hai amamouh nawm nahanelah Zion la kaimouh hanlah sak haw ati awh.

4 How can we sing the Lord’s song in the foreigner’s land?

Kaimouh ni Jentelnaw e ram dawk bangtelamaw BAWIPA pholennae la ka sak thai awh han vaw.

5 If I forget you, Jerusalem, may my right hand wither.

Oe Jerusalem, nang hah kai ni na pahnim pawiteh, kama e aranglae kut ni a tawksak thai e hah pahnim naseh.

6 May my tongue stick to the roof of my mouth, if I am unmindful of you, or don’t set Jerusalem above my chief joy.

Nang hah na pouk hoeh boilah, Jerusalem hah ka lunghawinae lathueng ka hrueng hoeh pawiteh, ka lai teh ka dangka dawk kâbet naseh.

7 Remember the Edomites, Lord, the day of Jerusalem’s fall, when they said, ‘Lay her bare, lay her bare, right down to her very foundation.’

Oe BAWIPA, Jerusalem a rawp nah hnin vah, raphoe awh, khomdu totouh raphoe awh telah kahram awh e Edomnaw hah pouk haw.

8 Babylon, despoiler, happy are those who pay you back for all you have done to us.

Oe Babilon canu, raphoe lah na o han toe. Kaimouh koe na sak e patetlah, nang koe ka patho e teh a lunghawi naseh.

9 Happy are they who seize and dash your children against the rocks.

Nange camonaw hah kaman niteh, talung dawk rekrek ka suk e teh a lunghawi naseh.