New International Reader's Version

Psalm 137

Psalm 137

We were sitting by the rivers of Babylon.
    We wept when we remembered what had happened to Zion.
On the nearby poplar trees
    we hung up our harps.
Those who held us as prisoners asked us to sing.
    Those who enjoyed hurting us ordered us to sing joyful songs.
    They said, “Sing one of the songs of Zion to us!”

How can we sing the songs of the Lord
    while we are in another land?
Jerusalem, if I forget you,
    may my right hand never be able to play the harp again.
If I don’t remember you,
    may my tongue stick to the roof of my mouth so I can’t sing.
May it happen if I don’t consider Jerusalem
    to be my greatest joy.

Lord, remember what the people of Edom did
    on the day Jerusalem fell.
“Tear it down!” they cried.
    “Tear it down to the ground!”

People of Babylon, you are sentenced to be destroyed.
    Happy is the person who pays you back
    according to what you have done to us.
Happy is the person who grabs your babies
    and smashes them against the rocks.

Bíbélì Mímọ́ Yorùbá Òde Òn

Saamu 137

1Ní ẹ̀bá odò Babeli, níbẹ̀ ni àwa gbé jókòó
    àwa sì sọkún nígbà tí àwa rántí Sioni.
Àwa fi dùùrù wa kọ́ sí orí igi wílò,
    tí ó wà láàrín rẹ̀.
Nítorí pé níbẹ̀ ni àwọn
    tí ó kó wa ní ìgbèkùn béèrè orin lọ́wọ́ wa,
àti àwọn tí ó ni wá lára béèrè ìdárayá wí pé;
    ẹ kọ orin Sioni kan fún wa.

Àwa ó ti ṣe kọ orin
    Olúwa ní ilẹ̀ àjèjì
Jerusalẹmu, bí èmi bá gbàgbé rẹ
    jẹ́ kí ọwọ́ ọ̀tún mi kí ó gbàgbé ìlò rẹ̀.
Bí èmi kò bá rántí rẹ,
    jẹ́ kí ahọ́n mi kí ó lẹ̀ mọ́ èrìgì mi;
bí èmi kò bá fi Jerusalẹmu ṣáájú
    olórí ayọ̀ mi gbogbo.

Olúwa rántí ọjọ́ Jerusalẹmu,
    lára àwọn ọmọ Edomu,
àwọn ẹni tí ń wí pé,
    “Wó o palẹ̀, wó o palẹ̀ dé ìpìlẹ̀ rẹ̀!”
Ìwọ, ọmọbìnrin Babeli, ẹni tí a ó parun;
    ìbùkún ni fún ẹni tí ó san án fún ọ
    bí ìwọ ti rò sí wa.
Ìbùkún ni fún ẹni tí ó mú ọmọ wẹ́wẹ́ rẹ
    tí ó sì fi wọ́n ṣán òkúta.