The Message

Psalm 137

11-3 Alongside Babylon’s rivers
    we sat on the banks; we cried and cried,
    remembering the good old days in Zion.
Alongside the quaking aspens
    we stacked our unplayed harps;
That’s where our captors demanded songs,
    sarcastic and mocking:
    “Sing us a happy Zion song!”

4-6 Oh, how could we ever sing God’s song
    in this wasteland?
If I ever forget you, Jerusalem,
    let my fingers wither and fall off like leaves.
Let my tongue swell and turn black
    if I fail to remember you,
If I fail, O dear Jerusalem,
    to honor you as my greatest.

7-9 God, remember those Edomites,
    and remember the ruin of Jerusalem,
That day they yelled out,
    “Wreck it, smash it to bits!”
And you, Babylonians—ravagers!
    A reward to whoever gets back at you
    for all you’ve done to us;
Yes, a reward to the one who grabs your babies
    and smashes their heads on the rocks!

Nkwa Asem

Nnwom 137

Israelfo abooboodi

1Yɛtenaa Babilon nsubɔnten ho. Ɛhɔ na yesui bere a yɛkaee Sion no. Yɛde yɛn asanku sensɛn nnua a ɛbemmɛn hɔ so. Wɔn a wɔkyeree yɛn dommum no ka kyerɛɛ yɛn se, yɛnto nnwom mfa nnye wɔn ani. “Monto Sion ho dwom.” Ɛbɛyɛ dɛn na yɛatumi ato dwom ama Awurade wɔ ananafo asase so? Sɛ me werɛ fi wo Yerusalem a, ɛnsɛ sɛ mitumi bɔ sanku no bio! Sɛ mekae wo na mannwene wo ho sɛ m’ahosɛpɛw a, ɛnsɛ sɛ mitumi to dwom bio.

Awurade, kae nea Edomfo yɛe da a wɔfaa Yerusalem dommum no. Kae nea wɔka tii mu no se, “Bubu no gu fam!” no. Babilon, wɔbɛsɛe wo. Nhyira nka nea obetua mo nea moyɛ yɛn no so ka; nea ɔfaa mo nkokoaa na ɔpɛtɛw wɔn ɔbotan so no.