Sòm 137

1 Bò rivyè a Babylone yo, se la nou te chita. Nou te kriye, lè nou te sonje Sion.

Upon the rivers of Babylon, there we sat and wept: when we remembered Sion:

2 Sou pye sikrèn nan mitan li an, nou te pandye ap nou yo.

On the willows in the midst thereof we hung up our instruments.

3 Paske la, ravisè nou yo te mande nou chante pou yo, e bouwo nou yo ak gwo kè kontan, t ap di: “Chante pou nou youn nan chanson Sion yo.”

For there they that led us into captivity required of us the words of songs. And they that carried us away, said: Sing ye to us a hymn of the songs of Sion.

4 Kijan pou nou ta chante chan SENYÈ a nan yon peyi etranje?

How shall we sing the song of the Lord in a strange land?

5 Si mwen ta bliye ou, O Jérusalem, kite men dwat mwen bliye kapasite li.

If I forget thee, O Jerusalem, let my right hand be forgotten.

6 Ke lang mwen kole rèd anlè bouch mwen, Si m pa ta sonje ou, si m pa ta leve Jérusalem wo, pi wo ke pi gwo plezi m yo.

Let my tongue cleave to my jaws, if I do not remember thee: If I make not Jerusalem the beginning of my joy.

7 Sonje, O SENYÈ, kont fis a Édom yo, jou a Jérusalem nan, ke yo te di: “Raze l nèt! Raze l jis rive nan fondasyon li.”

Remember, O Lord, the children of Edom, in the day of Jerusalem: Who say: Rase it, rase it, even to the foundation thereof.

8 O fi a Babylone nan, Ou menm ki te devaste nou an, A la beni (sila) ki rekonpanse ou ak menm rekonpans ke ou te rekonpanse nou an va beni!

O daughter of Babylon, miserable: blessed shall he be who shall repay thee thy payment which thou hast paid us.

9 A la beni (sila) ki sezi pitit ou yo, e ki kraze yo nan wòch la va beni!

Blessed be he that shall take and dash thy little ones against the rock.