Psalms 137

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

Va muenda minlangu minneni mi Babiloni; tuvuanda ayi tudila bu tutebukila Sioni moyo.

2 We hung our harps upon the willows in its midst.

Kuna tudengidika zingitala zieto mu minti.

3 For there they that carried us away captive required of us a song; and they that wasted us required of us mirth, saying, Sing us one of the songs of Zion.

Bila kuna, batu bobo batukanga mu kivika batulomba tuyimbila minkunga; minyamisi mieto mituyuvula minkunga mi khini; batuba: “lutuyimbidila nkunga wumosi mu minkunga mi Sioni.”

4 How shall we sing the LORD’S song in a foreign land?

A buevi tulenda yimbidila minkunga mi Yave mu ntoto wu kinzenza e?

5 If I forget thee, O Jerusalem, let my right hand forget her skill.

Enati ndizimbikini, a Yelusalemi; bika koko kuama ku lubakala kuzimbakana zitsembo ziandi.

6 If I do not remember thee, let my tongue cleave to the roof of my mouth; if I prefer not Jerusalem above my chief joy.

Bika ludimi luama lunama mu mianzi mi munu ama enati ndikadi kutebukila moyo, enati ndikadi ba mayindu mu Yelusalemi, khini ama yoyo yilutidi zangama.

7 Remember, O LORD, the children of Edom in the day of Jerusalem; who said, Rase it, rase it, even to its foundation

Tebuka moyo, a Yave, momo basi Edomi bavanga mu lumbu kibua Yelusalemi, Bayamikina: “lutiolumuna, lutiolumuna nate muna zifundasio ziandi.”

8 O daughter of Babylon, who art to be destroyed; happy shall he be, that rewardeth thee as thou hast served us.

A muana ndumba wu Babiloni, ngeyo wukubuku mu bungu; khini kuidi mutu wowo wukuvutudila mambu momo wutuvangila.

9 Happy shall he be, that taketh and dasheth thy little ones against the stones.

Khini kuidi mutu wumbuila bana baku batsombi ayi wela kuba banda va matadi.