Psalms 137

1 When we sat down by the rivers of Babylon we wept as we remembered Zion.

Ke kut muta sisken infacl Babylon, Kut tung we ke kut esamak Zion.

2 We hung up our harps on the willow trees.

Kut srupusrak harp natusr Ulun sak willow su tu siskasr.

3 For those who had taken us captive asked us for a song—our tormentors wanted us to sing a happy song from Jerusalem.

Elos su sruokkuti elos sap kut in on; Elos sap kut in akpwaryalos, Ac fahk, “Yuk soko on ke acn Zion kut in lohng.”

4 But how could we sing a song dedicated to the Lord in a pagan land?

Kut ac on fuka soko on nu sin LEUM GOD In sie facl sac?

5 If I forget Jerusalem, may my right hand forget how to play;

Lela tuh nga in tia sifil ku in srital ke harp Nga fin mulkinkomla, Jerusalem!

6 May my tongue stick to the roof of my mouth if I don't remember you—if I don't consider Jerusalem my greatest joy.

Lela nga in tia sifil ku in on Nga fin tia esam kom, Nga fin tia nunku mu kom pa mwe insewowo yohk emeet luk uh!

7 Lord, please remember what the people of Edom did on the day Jerusalem fell, the ones who said “Tear it down! Destroy it down to its foundations!”

O LEUM GOD, esam ma mwet Edom elos tuh oru Ke len se sruhu acn Jerusalem. Esam lah elos tuh fahk, “Sukella! Sukella nwe ke musalsalu fin fohk uh!”

8 Daughter of Babylon, you will be destroyed! Happy is the one who pays you back, who does to you what you did to us!

Babylon, kom ac fah kunausyukla. Insewowo elos su fah folokin nu sum Ma kom tuh oru nu sesr —

9 Happy is the one who grabs your children and smashes them against the rocks!

Su ac fah eisla tulik fusr nutuwos Ac sakunulos fin eot uh.