Psalms 137

1 By rivers of Babylon — There we did sit, Yea, we wept when we remembered Zion.

Nou te chita bò larivyè ki nan peyi Babilòn yo, nou t'ap kriye lè nou chonje peyi Siyon.

2 On willows in its midst we hung our harps.

Nou te pandye gita nou yo nan branch pye sikren peyi a.

3 For there our captors asked us the words of a song, And our spoilers — joy: 'Sing ye to us of a song of Zion.'

Moun ki te fè nou prizonye yo t'ap mande pou nou chante pou yo. Moun ki t'ap peze nou yo t'ap mande pou nou anmize yo: -Chante yon chante peyi Siyon pou nou non!

4 How do we sing the song of Jehovah, On the land of a stranger?

Ki jan ou ta vle pou n' chante yon chante Seyè a nan yon peyi etranje?

5 If I forget thee, O Jerusalem, my right hand forgetteth!

Si nou bliye ou, Jerizalèm. se pou nou bliye ki jan pou nou sèvi ak men dwat nou tou.

6 My tongue doth cleave to my palate, If I do not remember thee, If I do not exalt Jerusalem above my chief joy.

Si nou pa chonje ou, si nou pa konsidere ou tankou pi gwo kontantman nou, se pou lang nou kole nan fon bouch nou.

7 Remember, Jehovah, for the sons of Edom, The day of Jerusalem, Those saying, 'Rase, rase to its foundation!'

Seyè, chonje sa moun peyi Edon yo te fè jou yo te pran lavil Jerizalèm. Chonje jan yo t'ap di: Kraze l'! Kraze l' ratè!

8 O daughter of Babylon, O destroyed one, O the happiness of him who repayeth to thee thy deed, That thou hast done to us.

Nou menm moun lavil Babilòn, yo gen pou yo fini ak nou yon lè. Benediksyon pou moun ki va fè ou sibi menm bagay ou te fè nou sibi a.

9 O the happiness of him who doth seize, And hath dashed thy sucklings on the rock!

Benediksyon pou moun ki va pran pitit ou yo, ki va kraze yo sou gwo wòch!