Mapisarema 137

1 Panzizi dzeBhabhironi takagarapo tikachema, patakarangarira Zioni.

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

2 Pamikonachando apo ndipo patakaturika mbira dzedu,

On the willows in that land, we hung up our harps.

3 nokuti ipapo avo vakatitapa vakatikumbira nziyo, vatambudzi vedu vakatigombedzera kuti tiimbe nziyo dzomufaro, vakati, “Tiimbirei rumwe rwiyo rweZioni!”

For there, those who led us captive asked us for songs. Those who tormented us demanded songs of joy: “Sing us one of the songs of Zion!”

4 Tingaimba seiko nziyo dzaJehovha tiri munyika yokumwe?

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

5 Kana ndikakukanganwa, iwe Jerusarema, ruoko rwangu rworudyi ngarukanganwe umhizha hwarwo.

If I forget you, Jerusalem, let my right hand forget its skill.

6 Rurimi rwangu ngarunamatire kumusoro kwomuromo wangu, kana ndikasakurangarira iwe, kana ndisingafungi Jerusarema, iwo mufaro wangu wapamusoro-soro.

Let my tongue stick to the roof of my mouth if I do not remember you, if I do not prefer Jerusalem above my chief joy.

7 Haiwa Jehovha, rangarirai henyu zvakaitwa navaEdhomu, pazuva rakawa Jerusarema. Vakati, “Rikoromorei! Rikoromorei kusvikira panheyo dzaro!”

Remember, LORD, against the children of Edom in the day of Jerusalem, who said, “Raze it! Raze it even to its foundation!”

8 Haiwa Mwanasikana weBhabhironi, watongerwa kuparadzwa, achafara munhu uyo achatsiva kwauri zvawakaita kwatiri,

Daughter of Babylon, doomed to destruction, he will be happy who repays you, as you have done to us.

9 iye achatora pwere dzako agodzirovera pamatombo.

Happy shall he be, who takes and dashes your little ones against the rock.