Sòm 137

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

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

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

We hung up our harps on the willow trees.

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

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

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

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

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

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.

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 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.”

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 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!

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

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