Psalms 137

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

Nou te chita bò larivyè ki nan peyi Babilòn yo, nou t'ap kriye lè nou chonje peyi Siyon.

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

Nou te pandye gita nou yo nan branch pye sikren peyi a.

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

Moun ki te fè nou prizonye yo t'ap mande pou nou chante pou yo. Moun ki t'ap peze nou yo t'ap mande pou nou anmize yo: -Chante yon chante peyi Siyon pou nou non!

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

Ki jan ou ta vle pou n' chante yon chante Seyè a nan yon peyi etranje?

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

Si nou bliye ou, Jerizalèm. se pou nou bliye ki jan pou nou sèvi ak men dwat nou tou.

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.

Si nou pa chonje ou, si nou pa konsidere ou tankou pi gwo kontantman nou, se pou lang nou kole nan fon bouch nou.

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.

Seyè, chonje sa moun peyi Edon yo te fè jou yo te pran lavil Jerizalèm. Chonje jan yo t'ap di: Kraze l'! Kraze l' ratè!

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

Nou menm moun lavil Babilòn, yo gen pou yo fini ak nou yon lè. Benediksyon pou moun ki va fè ou sibi menm bagay ou te fè nou sibi a.

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

Benediksyon pou moun ki va pran pitit ou yo, ki va kraze yo sou gwo wòch!