Abụ Ọma 137

1 Nʼakụkụ iyi niile Babilọn ka anyị nọdụrụ ala kwaa akwa mgbe anyị chetara Zayọn.

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

2 Ọ bụ nʼosisi pọpla ka anyị kokwasịrị ụbọ akwara anyị niile.

There on the willows we hung our harps,

3 Nʼebe ahụ ka ndị dọtara anyị nʼagha gwara anyị ka anyị bụọrọ ha abụ, ndị na-emekpa anyị ahụ rịọrọ anyị ka anyị bụọrọ ha abụ ọṅụ; ha kwuru sị, “Bụọrọnụ anyị otu abụ nʼime abụ Zayọn!”

for there our captors requested a song; our tormentors demanded songs of joy: “Sing us a song of Zion.”

4 Ma, olee otu anyị ga-esi bụọ abụ Onyenwe anyị ebe anyị nọ nʼala ọzọ?

How can we sing a song of the LORD in a foreign land?

5 Ọ bụrụ na m echezọọ gị, Jerusalem, ka aka nri m chefuo ǹka ya.

If I forget you, O Jerusalem, may my right hand cease to function.

6 Ọ bụrụ na m echezọọ gị, ọ bụrụkwa na m akwụsị iche echiche banyere Jerusalem, oke ọṅụ m, ka ire m rapara nʼokpo ọnụ m.

May my tongue cling to the roof of my mouth if I do not remember you, if I do not exalt Jerusalem as my greatest joy!

7 Cheta, o Onyenwe anyị, ihe ndị Edọm mere nʼụbọchị ahụ a dọtara Jerusalem nʼagha. “Tikpọsịa ya,” ka ha tiri, “Tikpọsịa ya ruo na ntọala ya niile!”

Remember, O LORD, the sons of Edom on the day Jerusalem fell: “Destroy it,” they said, “tear it down to its foundations!”

8 Gị ada Babilọn, onye a ghaghị ịla nʼiyi, ọṅụ ga-abụ nke onye ahụ ga-akwụghachi gị ụgwọ ọrụ ruru gị nʼihi ihe i mere anyị,

O Daughter of Babylon, doomed to destruction, blessed is he who repays you as you have done to us.

9 onye ahụ ga-achịrị ụmụ gị ndị na-aṅụ ara tụpịa ha nʼelu nkume.

Blessed is he who seizes your infants and dashes them against the rocks.