< Psalms 137 >
1 By the rivers of Babylon, there we sat down. Yes, we wept, when we remembered Zion.
Tañ’olon-tsaka e Bavele eo, ty nitoboha’ay naho nirovetse, t’ie nahatiahy i Tsiône.
2 On the willows in that land, we hung up our harps.
Amo sohihy añivo’eo ty nandradoradoa’ay o marovani’aio,
3 For there, those who led us captive asked us for songs. Those who tormented us demanded songs of joy: “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 can we sing the LORD’s song in a foreign land?
Aa vaho akore ty hisaboentika ty sabo’ Iehovà an-tanen’ ambahiny atoy?
5 If I forget you, Jerusalem, let my right hand forget its skill.
Naho haliñoko irehe ry Ierosalaime, le angao ho kombimba ty sirako havana.
6 Let my tongue stick to the roof of my mouth if I don’t remember you, if I don’t prefer Jerusalem above my chief joy.
Adono hipitek’ ami’ty lañilañiko ty lelako, naho tsy mahatiahy azo iraho, lehe tsy aonjoko ambone’ ze mahafale ahiko iaby t’Ierosalaime.
7 Remember, LORD, against the children of Edom in the day of Jerusalem, who said, “Raze it! Raze it even to its foundation!”
Tiahio ry Iehovà ty kabò’o amo nte Edomeo tañ’andro’ Ierosalaime: Rotsaho! hoe iereo, akoromaho pak’amo mananta’eo!
8 Daughter of Babylon, doomed to destruction, he will be happy who repays you, as you have done to us.
Ry anak-ampela’ i Bavele, harotsake irehe, haha ty hañavak’azo amy nañondroha’o ama’aio.
9 Happy shall he be, who takes and dashes your little ones against the rock.
Fale ty handrambe o anak’ajaja’oo, handretsake iareo an-damilamy eo.