Psalms 137

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

KIT momoder ni kailan pilap en Papel akan o sangesang, ni at tamanda Sion.

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

Kit langadar at arp akan nin tuka kan, me mi wasa o,

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

Pwe me sali kit edi inda, sen kaul, o sen pereperen ni at mamaiei: Komail wiai ong kit kaul apot duen Sion.

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

Iaduen at pan kak wiada kaul ong Ieowa nan sap en men wai?

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

Ma i pan monoke uk ala Ierusalem, pa i pali maun ap pil pan monokinokla.

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.

Lo i pan pas ong pan ngatangat ai, ma i solar pan taman uk adar, ma i solar pan peren kida Ierusalem mon meakaros.

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.

Maing Ieowa, kom kotin tamanda en men Edom ar lokolokaia ni ran apwal en Ierusalem: Kawela, kawela lao lel ong nan pwel!

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

Toun Papel, morsued koe, re meid pai, me pan wiai ong uk duen me koe wiadar!

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

Meid pai ir, me pan koledi noum seri pwelel o kasuk pasang nin takai!