Salamo 137

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

By the rivers of Babylon, there we sat down, yea, we wept, when we remembered Zion.

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

We hung our harps upon the willows in its midst.

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

For there they that carried us away captive required of us a song; and they that wasted us required of us mirth, saying, Sing us one of the songs of Zion.

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

How shall we sing the LORD’S song in a foreign land?

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

If I forget thee, O Jerusalem, let my right hand forget her skill.

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 do not remember thee, let my tongue cleave to the roof of my mouth; if I prefer not Jerusalem above my chief joy.

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

Remember, O LORD, the children of Edom in the day of Jerusalem; who said, Rase it, rase it, even to its foundation

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

O daughter of Babylon, who art to be destroyed; happy shall he be, that rewardeth thee as thou hast served us.

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

Happy shall he be, that taketh and dasheth thy little ones against the stones.