Psalms 137

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

Tañ’olon-tsaka e Bavele eo, ty nitoboha’ay naho nirovetse, t’ie nahatiahy i Tsiône.

2 On the poplars there we hung our harps.

Amo sohihy añivo’eo ty nandradoradoa’ay o marovani’aio,

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.”

Teo ty nihalalia’ o mpanese anaio sabo, naho nipaia’ o mpampisoañ’ anaio rebeke, ami’ty hoe: Isabò o sabo’ i Tsiôneo.

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

Aa vaho akore ty hisaboentika ty sabo’ Iehovà an-tanen’ ambahiny atoy?

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

Naho haliñoko irehe ry Ierosalaime, le angao ho kombimba ty sirako havana.

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.

Adono hipitek’ ami’ty lañilañiko ty lelako, naho tsy mahatiahy azo iraho, lehe tsy aonjoko ambone’ ze mahafale ahiko iaby t’Ierosalaime.

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.”

Tiahio ry Iehovà ty kabò’o amo nte Edomeo tañ’andro’ Ierosalaime: Rotsaho! hoe iereo, akoromaho pak’amo mananta’eo!

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

Ry anak-ampela’ i Bavele, harotsake irehe, haha ty hañavak’azo amy nañondroha’o ama’aio.

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

Fale ty handrambe o anak’ajaja’oo, handretsake iareo an-damilamy eo.