New Living Translation

Psalm 137

Psalm 137

Beside the rivers of Babylon, we sat and wept
    as we thought of Jerusalem.[a]
We put away our harps,
    hanging them on the branches of poplar trees.
For our captors demanded a song from us.
    Our tormentors insisted on a joyful hymn:
    “Sing us one of those songs of Jerusalem!”
But how can we sing the songs of the Lord
    while in a pagan land?

If I forget you, O Jerusalem,
    let my right hand forget how to play the harp.
May my tongue stick to the roof of my mouth
    if I fail to remember you,
    if I don’t make Jerusalem my greatest joy.

O Lord, remember what the Edomites did
    on the day the armies of Babylon captured Jerusalem.
“Destroy it!” they yelled.
    “Level it to the ground!”
O Babylon, you will be destroyed.
    Happy is the one who pays you back
    for what you have done to us.
Happy is the one who takes your babies
    and smashes them against the rocks!

Notas al pie

  1. 137:1 Hebrew Zion; also in 137:3.

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.