Psalms 137

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

Babylon tuiva ah te ka ngol uh tih Zion ka poek uh vaengah ka rhap uh.

2 On the willows in that land, we hung up our harps.

A khui kah tuirhi dongah ka rhotoeng te ka bang uh.

3 For there, those who led us captive asked us for songs. Those who tormented us demanded songs of joy: “Sing us one of the songs of Zion!”

Kaimih aka sol rhoek kaimih te laa ol hnap n'dawt uh. Kaimih aka parhaengkung long khaw, “Zion laa te kaimih ham kohoenah neh hlai uh lah,” a ti uh.

4 How can we sing Yahweh’s song in a foreign land?

Balae tih BOEIPA laa he kholong kho ah ka hlai uh eh?

5 If I forget you, Jerusalem, let my right hand forget its skill.

Jerusalem nang te kan hnilh atah ka bantang kut he hnilh uh saeh.

6 Let my tongue stick to the roof of my mouth if I don’t remember you, if I don’t prefer Jerusalem above my chief joy.

Nang te kan thoelh pawt tih, Jerusalem te ka kohoenah somtung la ka pacuet pawt atah ka lai he ka dang la kap uh saeh.

7 Remember, Yahweh, against the children of Edom in the day of Jerusalem, who said, “Raze it! Raze it even to its foundation!”

BOEIPA aw Jerusalem tue vaengkah Edom koca rhoek loh, “A khoengim duela kingling uh kingling uh,” a ti uh te poek pah.

8 Daughter of Babylon, doomed to destruction, he will be happy who repays you, as you have done to us.

Hlang aka rhoelrhak Babylon nu aw, kaimih taengah na saii bangla na thaphu te namah taengah aka thuung tah a yoethen.

9 Happy shall he be, who takes and dashes your little ones against the rock.

Na camoe rhoek te a tuuk tih, thaelpang dongah aka phop tah a yoethen.