Psalms 137

1 By the rivers of Babylon we sat down and wept when we thought about Zion.

Ezalaki biso ya kovanda pembeni ya bibale ya Babiloni, tozalaki kolela na tozalaki kokanisa Siona.

2 On the poplars there we hung our harps.

Todiembikaki mandanda na biso na banzete ya pepiliye ya etuka yango.

3 There our captors required songs from us, and those who mocked us required us to be happy, saying, “Sing us one of the songs of Zion.”

Kuna, bato oyo bamemaki biso na bowumbu bazalaki kosenga biso banzembo; mpe banyokoli na biso bazalaki kosenga biso ete tozala na esengo. Bazalaki koloba: « Boyembela biso banzembo ya Siona! »

4 How could we sing a song about Yahweh in a foreign land?

Tokoyemba banzembo ya Yawe ndenge nini na mabele ya bapaya?

5 If I ignore the memory of you, Jerusalem, let my right hand forget her skill.

Oh Yelusalemi, soki nabosani yo, wana tika ete loboko na ngai ya mobali elemba!

6 Let my tongue cling to the roof of my mouth if I think about you no more, if I do not prefer Jerusalem more than my greatest delights.

Soki natiki penza kokanisa yo, Yelusalemi, soki natie yo te liboso ya esengo nyonso, wana tika ete lolemo na ngai ekangama kati na monoko na ngai!

7 Call to mind, Yahweh, what the Edomites did on the day Jerusalem fell. They said, “Tear it down, tear it down to its foundations.”

Yawe, kobosana te bato ya Edomi oyo basekaki Yelusalemi na mokolo na yango ya mawa; bazalaki koganga: « Bobuka yango, bobuka kino na miboko na yango! »

8 Daughter of Babylon, soon to be destroyed— may the person be blessed, whoever pays you back for what you have done to us.

Babiloni, engumba kitoko, yo oyo okobebisama solo, esengo na moto oyo akozongisela yo mabe na mabe oyo osalaki biso!

9 May the person be blessed, whoever takes and dashes your little ones against a rock.

Esengo na moto oyo akokanga bana na yo mpe akonika bango na libanga!