Psalms 137

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

KIT momoder ni kailan pilap en Papel akan o sangesang, ni at tamanda Sion.

2 On the willows in that land, we hung up our harps.

Kit langadar at arp akan nin tuka kan, me mi wasa o,

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!”

Pwe me sali kit edi inda, sen kaul, o sen pereperen ni at mamaiei: Komail wiai ong kit kaul apot duen Sion.

4 How can we sing the LORD’s song in a foreign land?

Iaduen at pan kak wiada kaul ong Ieowa nan sap en men wai?

5 If I forget you, Jerusalem, let my right hand forget its skill.

Ma i pan monoke uk ala Ierusalem, pa i pali maun ap pil pan monokinokla.

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.

Lo i pan pas ong pan ngatangat ai, ma i solar pan taman uk adar, ma i solar pan peren kida Ierusalem mon meakaros.

7 Remember, LORD, against the children of Edom in the day of Jerusalem, who said, “Raze it! Raze it even to its foundation!”

Maing Ieowa, kom kotin tamanda en men Edom ar lokolokaia ni ran apwal en Ierusalem: Kawela, kawela lao lel ong nan pwel!

8 Daughter of Babylon, doomed to destruction, he will be happy who repays you, as you have done to us.

Toun Papel, morsued koe, re meid pai, me pan wiai ong uk duen me koe wiadar!

9 Happy shall he be, who takes and dashes your little ones against the rock.

Meid pai ir, me pan koledi noum seri pwelel o kasuk pasang nin takai!