Psalms 137

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

Panzizi dzeBhabhironi takagarapo tikachema, patakarangarira Zioni.

2 On willows in its midst we hung our harps.

Pamikonachando apo ndipo patakaturika mbira dzedu,

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.'

nokuti ipapo avo vakatitapa vakatikumbira nziyo, vatambudzi vedu vakatigombedzera kuti tiimbe nziyo dzomufaro, vakati, “Tiimbirei rumwe rwiyo rweZioni!”

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

Tingaimba seiko nziyo dzaJehovha tiri munyika yokumwe?

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

Kana ndikakukanganwa, iwe Jerusarema, ruoko rwangu rworudyi ngarukanganwe umhizha hwarwo.

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

Rurimi rwangu ngarunamatire kumusoro kwomuromo wangu, kana ndikasakurangarira iwe, kana ndisingafungi Jerusarema, iwo mufaro wangu wapamusoro-soro.

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

Haiwa Jehovha, rangarirai henyu zvakaitwa navaEdhomu, pazuva rakawa Jerusarema. Vakati, “Rikoromorei! Rikoromorei kusvikira panheyo dzaro!”

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.

Haiwa Mwanasikana weBhabhironi, watongerwa kuparadzwa, achafara munhu uyo achatsiva kwauri zvawakaita kwatiri,

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

iye achatora pwere dzako agodzirovera pamatombo.