Psalms 137

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

Pie Bābeles upēm, tur mēs sēdējām un raudājām, kad pieminējām Ciānu.

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

Savas kokles tur pakārām vītolos.

3 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.

Jo mūsu aizvedēji cietumā tur no mums prasīja dziesmas un mūsu spaidītāji līksmību: Dziediet mums dziesmu no Ciānas.

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

Kā mēs varētu dziedāt Tā Kunga dziesmu svešā zemē?

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

Ja es tevi aizmirstu, Jeruzāleme, tad lai mana labā roka top aizmirsta.

6 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.

Mana mēle lai pielīp pie mana zoda, ja es tevi nepieminu, ja es nepaceļu Jeruzālemi par savu vislielāko prieku.

7 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.

Kungs, piemini Jeruzālemes dienu Edoma bērniem, kas sacīja: Nopostiet, nopostiet to līdz pat viņas pamatiem.

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

Tu posta pilna Bābeles meita, svētīgs ir, kas tev atmaksā, kā tu mums esi darījusi;

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

Svētīgs būs, kas tavus jaunos bērnus sagrābs un tos satrieks pie akmens.