Psalms 137

1 By the rivers of Babylon, there, we sat down, yea we wept—when we remembered Zion:

Babilonia tɔsisiwo toe míenɔ, hɛnɔ avi fam, esi míeɖo ŋku Zion dzi.

2 Upon the willows—in the midst thereof, hanged we our lyres:

Míetsɔ míaƒe kasaŋkuwo ku amuti siwo le afi ma,

3 For, there, our captors asked of us words of song, and our plunderers—gladness, —Sing us of the songs of Zion!

elabena afi mae ame siwo ɖe aboyo mí la bia ha tso mía si le; ame siwo wɔ fu mí la bia dzidzɔhawo tso mía si hegblɔ be, “Midzi Zion hawo dometɔ ɖeka na mí!”

4 How shall we sing the song of Yahweh, on a foreign soil?

Aleke miadzi Yehowa ƒe hawo le dzronyigba dzi?

5 If I forget thee, O Jerusalem, Let my right-hand forget:

O! Yerusalem, ne meŋlɔ wò be la, nye nuɖusibɔ nèŋlɔ eƒe ŋusẽ be,

6 Let my tongue cleave to the roof of my mouth, if I do not remember thee! if I do not lift up Jerusalem above the head of mine own gladness.

eye nye aɖe nelé ɖe nye nu me, ne nyemeɖo ŋku dziwò o, ne nyemebu Yerusalem, nye dzidzɔ kɔkɔtɔ kekeake o.

7 Remember, O Yahweh, against the sons of Edom, the day of Jerusalem, —how they continued to say—Overthrow! Overthrow! unto the foundation within it.

O! Yehowa, ɖo ŋku nu si Edomtɔwo wɔ la dzi, gbe si gbe wogbã Yerusalem. Wodo ɣli be, “Mimui ƒu anyi, migbãe, va se ɖe eƒe gɔmeɖokpewo dzi ke!”

8 O ruined daughter of Babylon, —how happy the man who shall repay thee thy dealing, wherewith thou didst deal with us!

O! Babilonia vinyɔnu, woɖo wò ɖi na tsɔtsrɔ̃, woayra ame si aɖo nu si nèwɔ mí la teƒe na wò,

9 How happy the man who shall snatch away and dash thy children against the crag.

ame si alé wò vidzĩwo axlã ɖe agakpewo.