Zaburi 137

1 Kando ya mito ya Babeli tuliketi na tulilia tulipokumbuka kuhusu Sayuni.

By the rivers of Babylon we sat down and wept when we thought about Zion.

2 Tulitundika vinubi vyetu kwenye miti ya Babylon.

On the poplars there we hung our harps.

3 Huko watekaji wetu walitaka tuwaimbie, na wale walio tudhihaki walitutaka sisi tufurahi, wakisema, “Tuimbieni moja ya nyimbo za Sayuni.”

There our captors required songs from us, and those who mocked us required us to be happy, saying, “Sing us one of the songs of Zion.”

4 Tungewezaje kuimba wimbo unaomuhusu Yahwe katika nchi ya ugeni?

How could we sing a song about Yahweh in a foreign land?

5 Kama nikikusahau wewe, Yerusalemu, basi mkono wangu wa kuume na usahau ujuzi wake.

If I ignore the memory of you, Jerusalem, let my right hand forget her skill.

6 Ulimi wangu na ushikamane juu ya kinywa changu kama nisipokufikiria tena, na kama sipendelei zaidi Yerusalemu kuliko furaha yangu kuu.

Let my tongue cling to the roof of my mouth if I think about you no more, if I do not prefer Jerusalem more than my greatest delights.

7 Kumbuka, Ee Yahwe, kile walichofanya Waedomu siku ya anguko la Yerusalemu. Walisema, “Ibomoeni, ibomoeni mpaka chini kwenye misingi yake.”

Call to mind, Yahweh, what the Edomites did on the day Jerusalem fell. They said, “Tear it down, tear it down to its foundations.”

8 Binti za Babeli, hivi karibuni wataharibiwa- mtu na abalikiwe, yeyote atakaye walipizia yale mliotufanyia sisi.

Daughter of Babylon, soon to be destroyed— may the person be blessed, whoever pays you back for what you have done to us.

9 Mtu na abarikiwe, yeyote achukuaye na kusambaratisha watoto wenu juu ya jiwe.

May the person be blessed, whoever takes and dashes your little ones against a rock.