Psalms 137

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

Ke kut muta sisken infacl Babylon, Kut tung we ke kut esamak Zion.

2 There on the poplars we hung our harps.

Kut srupusrak harp natusr Ulun sak willow su tu siskasr.

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

Elos su sruokkuti elos sap kut in on; Elos sap kut in akpwaryalos, Ac fahk, “Yuk soko on ke acn Zion kut in lohng.”

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

Kut ac on fuka soko on nu sin LEUM GOD In sie facl sac?

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

Lela tuh nga in tia sifil ku in srital ke harp Nga fin mulkinkomla, Jerusalem!

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.

Lela nga in tia sifil ku in on Nga fin tia esam kom, Nga fin tia nunku mu kom pa mwe insewowo yohk emeet luk uh!

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.’

O LEUM GOD, esam ma mwet Edom elos tuh oru Ke len se sruhu acn Jerusalem. Esam lah elos tuh fahk, “Sukella! Sukella nwe ke musalsalu fin fohk uh!”

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

Babylon, kom ac fah kunausyukla. Insewowo elos su fah folokin nu sum Ma kom tuh oru nu sesr —

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

Su ac fah eisla tulik fusr nutuwos Ac sakunulos fin eot uh.