Psalms 137

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

Kando ya mito ya Babeli tuliketi, tukaomboleza tulipokumbuka Sayuni.

2 There on the poplars we hung our harps.

Kwenye miti ya huko tulitundika vinubi vyetu,

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

kwa maana huko hao waliotuteka walitaka tuwaimbie nyimbo, watesi wetu walidai nyimbo za furaha; walisema, “Tuimbieni wimbo mmoja kati ya nyimbo za Sayuni!”

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

Tutaimbaje nyimbo za Bwana, tukiwa nchi ya kigeni?

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

Nikikusahau wewe, ee Yerusalemu, basi mkono wangu wa kuume na usahau ujuzi wake.

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.

Ulimi wangu ushikamane na kaakaa la kinywa changu kama sitakukumbuka wewe, kama nisipokufikiri Yerusalemu kuwa furaha yangu kubwa.

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.’

Kumbuka, Ee Bwana, walichokifanya Waedomu, siku ile Yerusalemu ilipoanguka. Walisema, “Bomoa, Bomoa mpaka kwenye misingi yake!”

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

Ee binti Babeli, uliyehukumiwa kuangamizwa, heri yeye atakayekulipiza wewe kwa yale uliyotutenda sisi:

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

yeye ambaye atawakamata watoto wako wachanga na kuwaponda juu ya miamba.