Mapisarema 137

1 Panzizi dzeBhabhironi takagarapo tikachema, patakarangarira Zioni.

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

2 Pamikonachando apo ndipo patakaturika mbira dzedu,

We hanged our harps upon the willows in the midst thereof.

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

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 Tingaimba seiko nziyo dzaJehovha tiri munyika yokumwe?

How shall we sing Yhwh's song 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 forget her cunning.

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

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

Remember, O Yhwh, the children of Edom in the day of Jerusalem; who said, 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, who art to be destroyed; happy shall he be, that rewardeth thee as thou hast served us.

9 iye achatora pwere dzako agodzirovera pamatombo.

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