Psalms 137

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

Kando ya mito ya Babeli tuliketi, tukaomboleza tulipokumbuka Sayuni.

2 On the poplars there we hung our harps.

Kwenye miti ya huko tulitundika vinubi vyetu,

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.”

kwa maana huko hao waliotuteka walitaka tuwaimbie nyimbo, watesi wetu walidai nyimbo za furaha; walisema, “Tuimbieni wimbo mmoja kati ya nyimbo za Sayuni!”

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

Tutaimbaje nyimbo za Bwana, tukiwa nchi ya kigeni?

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

Nikikusahau wewe, ee Yerusalemu, basi mkono wangu wa kuume na usahau ujuzi wake.

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.

Ulimi wangu ushikamane na kaakaa la kinywa changu kama sitakukumbuka wewe, kama nisipokufikiri Yerusalemu kuwa furaha yangu kubwa.

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.”

Kumbuka, Ee Bwana, walichokifanya Waedomu, siku ile Yerusalemu ilipoanguka. Walisema, “Bomoa, Bomoa mpaka kwenye misingi yake!”

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

Ee binti Babeli, uliyehukumiwa kuangamizwa, heri yeye atakayekulipiza wewe kwa yale uliyotutenda sisi:

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

yeye ambaye atawakamata watoto wako wachanga na kuwaponda juu ya miamba.