Psalms 137

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

Babilonia tɔsisiwo toe míenɔ, hɛnɔ avi fam, esi míeɖo ŋku Zion dzi.

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

Míetsɔ míaƒe kasaŋkuwo ku amuti siwo le afi ma,

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!”

elabena afi mae ame siwo ɖe aboyo mí la bia ha tso mía si le; ame siwo wɔ fu mí la bia dzidzɔhawo tso mía si hegblɔ be, “Midzi Zion hawo dometɔ ɖeka na mí!”

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

Aleke miadzi Yehowa ƒe hawo le dzronyigba dzi?

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

O! Yerusalem, ne meŋlɔ wò be la, nye nuɖusibɔ nèŋlɔ eƒe ŋusẽ be,

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

eye nye aɖe nelé ɖe nye nu me, ne nyemeɖo ŋku dziwò o, ne nyemebu Yerusalem, nye dzidzɔ kɔkɔtɔ kekeake o.

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

O! Yehowa, ɖo ŋku nu si Edomtɔwo wɔ la dzi, gbe si gbe wogbã Yerusalem. Wodo ɣli be, “Mimui ƒu anyi, migbãe, va se ɖe eƒe gɔmeɖokpewo dzi ke!”

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

O! Babilonia vinyɔnu, woɖo wò ɖi na tsɔtsrɔ̃, woayra ame si aɖo nu si nèwɔ mí la teƒe na wò,

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

ame si alé wò vidzĩwo axlã ɖe agakpewo.