Psalms 137

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

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

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

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

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!”

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

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

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

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

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

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.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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