Psalms 137

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

KIT momoder ni kailan pilap en Papel akan o sangesang, ni at tamanda Sion.

2 There on the poplars we hung our harps.

Kit langadar at arp akan nin tuka kan, me mi wasa o,

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

Pwe me sali kit edi inda, sen kaul, o sen pereperen ni at mamaiei: Komail wiai ong kit kaul apot duen Sion.

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

Iaduen at pan kak wiada kaul ong Ieowa nan sap en men wai?

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

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

6 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.

Lo i pan pas ong pan ngatangat ai, ma i solar pan taman uk adar, ma i solar pan peren kida Ierusalem mon meakaros.

7 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.’

Maing Ieowa, kom kotin tamanda en men Edom ar lokolokaia ni ran apwal en Ierusalem: Kawela, kawela lao lel ong nan pwel!

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

Toun Papel, morsued koe, re meid pai, me pan wiai ong uk duen me koe wiadar!

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

Meid pai ir, me pan koledi noum seri pwelel o kasuk pasang nin takai!