Psalmowo 137

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

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

2 Míetsɔ míaƒe kasaŋkuwo ku amuti siwo le afi ma,

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

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 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!”

4 Aleke miadzi Yehowa ƒe hawo le dzronyigba dzi?

How can we sing Yahweh’s song in a foreign land?

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

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

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

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.

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!”

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

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

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

9 ame si alé wò vidzĩwo axlã ɖe agakpewo.

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