Sòm 137

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

By the rivers of Babylon, there we sat, and we also wept when we remembered Zion.

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

Upon the willows in her midst had we hung up our harps.

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 our captors demanded of us the words of song; and those that mocked us, joy, [saying, ] Sing for us one of the songs of Zion.

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

How should we sing the song of the Lord on the soil of the stranger?

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

If I forget thee, O Jerusalem, may my right hand forget—.

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 cleave to my palate if I do not remember thee: if I recall not Jerusalem at the head 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, unto the children of Edom the day of Jerusalem; who said, Raze it, raze it, even to her very foundation.

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, who art wasted: happy he, that repayeth thee thy recompense for what thou hast done to us.

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

Happy he, that seizeth and dasheth thy babes against the rock.