Salamo 137

1 Tañ’olon-tsaka e Bavele eo, ty nitoboha’ay naho nirovetse, t’ie nahatiahy i Tsiône.

By the rivers of Babylon we were seated, weeping at the memory of Zion,

2 Amo sohihy añivo’eo ty nandradoradoa’ay o marovani’aio,

Hanging our instruments of music on the trees by the waterside.

3 Teo ty nihalalia’ o mpanese anaio sabo, naho nipaia’ o mpampisoañ’ anaio rebeke, ami’ty hoe: Isabò o sabo’ i Tsiôneo.

For there those who had taken us prisoners made request for a song; and those who had taken away all we had gave us orders to be glad, saying, Give us one of the songs of Zion.

4 Aa vaho akore ty hisaboentika ty sabo’ Iehovà an-tanen’ ambahiny atoy?

How may we give the Lord's song in a strange land?

5 Naho haliñoko irehe ry Ierosalaime, le angao ho kombimba ty sirako havana.

If I keep not your memory, O Jerusalem, let not my right hand keep the memory of its art.

6 Adono hipitek’ ami’ty lañilañiko ty lelako, naho tsy mahatiahy azo iraho, lehe tsy aonjoko ambone’ ze mahafale ahiko iaby t’Ierosalaime.

If I let you go out of my thoughts, and if I do not put Jerusalem before my greatest joy, let my tongue be fixed to the roof of my mouth.

7 Tiahio ry Iehovà ty kabò’o amo nte Edomeo tañ’andro’ Ierosalaime: Rotsaho! hoe iereo, akoromaho pak’amo mananta’eo!

O Lord, keep in mind against the children of Edom the day of Jerusalem; how they said, Let it be uncovered, uncovered even to its base.

8 Ry anak-ampela’ i Bavele, harotsake irehe, haha ty hañavak’azo amy nañondroha’o ama’aio.

O daughter of Babylon, whose fate is destruction; happy is the man who does to you what you have done to us.

9 Fale ty handrambe o anak’ajaja’oo, handretsake iareo an-damilamy eo.

Happy is the man who takes your little ones, crushing them against the rocks.