Psalms 137

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

Bò rivyè a Babylone yo, se la nou te chita. Nou te kriye, lè nou te sonje Sion.

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

Sou pye sikrèn nan mitan li an, nou te pandye ap nou yo.

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

Paske la, ravisè nou yo te mande nou chante pou yo, e bouwo nou yo ak gwo kè kontan, t ap di: “Chante pou nou youn nan chanson Sion yo.”

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

Kijan pou nou ta chante chan SENYÈ a nan yon peyi etranje?

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

Si mwen ta bliye ou, O Jérusalem, kite men dwat mwen bliye kapasite li.

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.

Ke lang mwen kole rèd anlè bouch mwen, Si m pa ta sonje ou, si m pa ta leve Jérusalem wo, pi wo ke pi gwo plezi m yo.

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.

Sonje, O SENYÈ, kont fis a Édom yo, jou a Jérusalem nan, ke yo te di: “Raze l nèt! Raze l jis rive nan fondasyon li.”

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

O fi a Babylone nan, Ou menm ki te devaste nou an, A la beni (sila) ki rekonpanse ou ak menm rekonpans ke ou te rekonpanse nou an va beni!

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

A la beni (sila) ki sezi pitit ou yo, e ki kraze yo nan wòch la va beni!