Psalmowo 137

1 Babilonia tɔsisiwo toe míenɔ, hɛnɔ avi fam, esi míeɖo ŋku Zion dzi.

When we sat down by the rivers of Babylon we wept as we remembered Zion.

2 Míetsɔ míaƒe kasaŋkuwo ku amuti siwo le afi ma,

We hung up our harps on the willow trees.

3 elabena afi mae ame siwo ɖe aboyo mí la bia ha tso mía si le; ame siwo wɔ fu mí la bia dzidzɔhawo tso mía si hegblɔ be, “Midzi Zion hawo dometɔ ɖeka na mí!”

For those who had taken us captive asked us for a song—our tormentors wanted us to sing a happy song from Jerusalem.

4 Aleke miadzi Yehowa ƒe hawo le dzronyigba dzi?

But how could we sing a song dedicated to the Lord in a pagan land?

5 O! Yerusalem, ne meŋlɔ wò be la, nye nuɖusibɔ nèŋlɔ eƒe ŋusẽ be,

If I forget Jerusalem, may my right hand forget how to play;

6 eye nye aɖe nelé ɖe nye nu me, ne nyemeɖo ŋku dziwò o, ne nyemebu Yerusalem, nye dzidzɔ kɔkɔtɔ kekeake o.

May my tongue stick to the roof of my mouth if I don't remember you—if I don't consider Jerusalem my greatest joy.

7 O! Yehowa, ɖo ŋku nu si Edomtɔwo wɔ la dzi, gbe si gbe wogbã Yerusalem. Wodo ɣli be, “Mimui ƒu anyi, migbãe, va se ɖe eƒe gɔmeɖokpewo dzi ke!”

Lord, please remember what the people of Edom did on the day Jerusalem fell, the ones who said “Tear it down! Destroy it down to its foundations!”

8 O! Babilonia vinyɔnu, woɖo wò ɖi na tsɔtsrɔ̃, woayra ame si aɖo nu si nèwɔ mí la teƒe na wò,

Daughter of Babylon, you will be destroyed! Happy is the one who pays you back, who does to you what you did to us!

9 ame si alé wò vidzĩwo axlã ɖe agakpewo.

Happy is the one who grabs your children and smashes them against the rocks!