Mapisarema 137

1 Panzizi dzeBhabhironi takagarapo tikachema, patakarangarira Zioni.

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

2 Pamikonachando apo ndipo patakaturika mbira dzedu,

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

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

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 Tingaimba seiko nziyo dzaJehovha tiri munyika yokumwe?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

9 iye achatora pwere dzako agodzirovera pamatombo.

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