Psalms 137

1 KIT momoder ni kailan pilap en Papel o janejan, ni ni tamanda Jion.

By the waters of Babylon there we sat, and we wept at the thought of Zion.

2 Kit lanadar at arp akan nin tuka kan, me mi waja o.

There on the poplars we hung our harps.

3 Pwe me jali kit edi inda, jen kaul, o jen pereperen ni at mamaiei: Komail wiai on kit kaul apot duen Jion.

For there our captors called for a song: our tormentors, rejoicing, saying: ‘Sing us one of the songs of Zion.’

4 Iaduen at pan kak wiada kaul nil leowa nan jap en men wai?

How can we sing the Lord’s song in the foreigner’s land?

5 Ma i pan monoke uk ala Ierujalem, pa i pali maun ap pil pun monokinokla.

If I forget you, Jerusalem, may my right hand wither.

6 Lo i pan paj on pan natanat ai, ma i jolar pan taman uk adar, ma i jolar pan peren kida Ierujalem mon meakaroj.

May my tongue stick to the roof of my mouth, if I am unmindful of you, or don’t set Jerusalem above my chief joy.

7 Main leowa, kom kotin tamanda en men Edom ar lokolokaia ni ran apwal en lerujalem Kawela, kawela lao Iel on nan pwel!

Remember the Edomites, Lord, the day of Jerusalem’s fall, when they said, ‘Lay her bare, lay her bare, right down to her very foundation.’

8 Toun Papel, morjued koe, re meid pai, me pan wiai on uk duen me koe wiadar!

Babylon, despoiler, happy are those who pay you back for all you have done to us.

9 Meid pai ir, me pan koledi noum jeri pwelel o kajuk pajan nin takai!

Happy are they who seize and dash your children against the rocks.