Sòm 137

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

By the waters of Babylon there we sat, and we wept at the thought of Zion.

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

There on the poplars we hung 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 called for a song: our tormentors, rejoicing, saying: ‘Sing us one of the songs of Zion.’

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

How can we sing the Lord’s song in the foreigner’s land?

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

If I forget you, Jerusalem, may my right hand wither.

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 am unmindful of you, or don’t set Jerusalem above my chief 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 the Edomites, Lord, the day of Jerusalem’s fall, when they said, ‘Lay her bare, lay her bare, right down 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!

Babylon, despoiler, happy are those who pay you back for all you have done to us.

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

Happy are they who seize and dash your children against the rocks.