Psalms 137

1 By rivers of Babylon — There we did sit, Yea, we wept when we remembered Zion.

Va muenda minlangu minneni mi Babiloni; tuvuanda ayi tudila bu tutebukila Sioni moyo.

2 On willows in its midst we hung our harps.

Kuna tudengidika zingitala zieto mu minti.

3 For there our captors asked us the words of a song, And our spoilers — joy: 'Sing ye to us of a song of Zion.'

Bila kuna, batu bobo batukanga mu kivika batulomba tuyimbila minkunga; minyamisi mieto mituyuvula minkunga mi khini; batuba: “lutuyimbidila nkunga wumosi mu minkunga mi Sioni.”

4 How do we sing the song of Jehovah, On the land of a stranger?

A buevi tulenda yimbidila minkunga mi Yave mu ntoto wu kinzenza e?

5 If I forget thee, O Jerusalem, my right hand forgetteth!

Enati ndizimbikini, a Yelusalemi; bika koko kuama ku lubakala kuzimbakana zitsembo ziandi.

6 My tongue doth cleave to my palate, If I do not remember thee, If I do not exalt Jerusalem above my chief joy.

Bika ludimi luama lunama mu mianzi mi munu ama enati ndikadi kutebukila moyo, enati ndikadi ba mayindu mu Yelusalemi, khini ama yoyo yilutidi zangama.

7 Remember, Jehovah, for the sons of Edom, The day of Jerusalem, Those saying, 'Rase, rase to its foundation!'

Tebuka moyo, a Yave, momo basi Edomi bavanga mu lumbu kibua Yelusalemi, Bayamikina: “lutiolumuna, lutiolumuna nate muna zifundasio ziandi.”

8 O daughter of Babylon, O destroyed one, O the happiness of him who repayeth to thee thy deed, That thou hast done to us.

A muana ndumba wu Babiloni, ngeyo wukubuku mu bungu; khini kuidi mutu wowo wukuvutudila mambu momo wutuvangila.

9 O the happiness of him who doth seize, And hath dashed thy sucklings on the rock!

Khini kuidi mutu wumbuila bana baku batsombi ayi wela kuba banda va matadi.