Psalms 137

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

Naʻa mau nofo ki lalo ʻi he veʻe vaitafe ʻo Papilone, ʻio, naʻa mau tangi ʻi heʻemau manatu ki Saione.

2 On willows in its midst we hung our harps.

Naʻa mau tautau ʻemau ngaahi haʻape, ʻi he ngaahi uilou ʻi he lotolotonga ʻo ia.

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.'

He naʻe fekauʻi ai ʻekinautolu naʻa nau fakapōpulaʻi ʻakimautolu ke mau hiva; pea ko kinautolu naʻe fakaʻosiʻosi ʻakimautolu naʻa nau fekau ke mau fiefia, ʻonau pehē, “Hiva mai kiate kimautolu ʻi he ngaahi hiva ʻo Saione.”

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

‌ʻE fēfē ʻemau hiva ʻaki ʻae hiva ʻa Sihova ʻi he fonua ʻoe muli?

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

Kapau te u fakangalongaloʻi koe, ʻE Selūsalema, tuku ke ngalo ʻi hoku nima toʻomataʻu hono faiva.

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

Kapau ʻe ʻikai te u manatu kiate koe, tuku ke pikitai ʻa hoku ʻelelo ki hoku ʻaoʻingutu; ʻo kapau ʻe ʻikai te u hiki māʻolunga hake ʻa Selūsalema ʻi hoku fungani fiefiaʻanga.

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

Manatu, ʻE Sihova, ki he fānau ʻa ʻItomi, ʻi he ʻaho ʻo Selūsalema; naʻa nau pehē, “Fakaʻauha ia! Fakaʻauha ia, ʻo aʻu ki hono tuʻunga!”

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.

‌ʻE ʻofefine ʻo Papilone, ʻe fakaʻauha koe; ʻe monūʻia ia, ʻaia te ne totongi kiate koe, ʻo hangē ko hoʻo fai kiate kimautolu.

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

‌ʻE monūʻia ia, ʻaia te ne toʻo ʻo laiki hoʻo fānau iiki ki he maka.