Mapisarema 137

1 Panzizi dzeBhabhironi takagarapo tikachema, patakarangarira Zioni.

Upon the rivers of Babylon, there we sat and wept: when we remembered Sion:

2 Pamikonachando apo ndipo patakaturika mbira dzedu,

On the willows in the midst thereof we hung up our instruments.

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

For there they that led us into captivity required of us the words of songs. And they that carried us away, said: Sing ye to us a hymn of the songs of Sion.

4 Tingaimba seiko nziyo dzaJehovha tiri munyika yokumwe?

How shall we sing the song of the Lord in a strange land?

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

If I forget thee, O Jerusalem, let my right hand be forgotten.

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

Let my tongue cleave to my jaws, if I do not remember thee: If I make not Jerusalem the beginning of my joy.

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

Remember, O Lord, the children of Edom, in the day of Jerusalem: Who say: Rase it, rase it, even to the foundation thereof.

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

O daughter of Babylon, miserable: blessed shall he be who shall repay thee thy payment which thou hast paid us.

9 iye achatora pwere dzako agodzirovera pamatombo.

Blessed be he that shall take and dash thy little ones against the rock.