Abụ Ọma 137

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

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

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

Upon the willows in her midst had we hung up 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 demanded of us the words of song; and those that mocked us, joy, [saying, ] Sing for us one of the songs of Zion.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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