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137 Ní 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.

Psalm 137

By the rivers of Babylon(A) we sat and wept(B)
    when we remembered Zion.(C)
There on the poplars(D)
    we hung our harps,(E)
for there our captors(F) asked us for songs,
    our tormentors demanded(G) songs of joy;
    they said, “Sing us one of the songs of Zion!”(H)

How can we sing the songs of the Lord(I)
    while in a foreign land?
If I forget you,(J) Jerusalem,
    may my right hand forget its skill.
May my tongue cling to the roof(K) of my mouth
    if I do not remember(L) you,
if I do not consider Jerusalem(M)
    my highest joy.

Remember, Lord, what the Edomites(N) did
    on the day Jerusalem fell.(O)
“Tear it down,” they cried,
    “tear it down to its foundations!”(P)
Daughter Babylon, doomed to destruction,(Q)
    happy is the one who repays you
    according to what you have done to us.
Happy is the one who seizes your infants
    and dashes them(R) against the rocks.

137 By the rivers of Babylon, there we sat down, yea, we wept, when we remembered Zion.

We hanged our harps upon the willows in the midst thereof.

For there they that carried us away captive required of us a song; and they that wasted us required of us mirth, saying, Sing us one of the songs of Zion.

How shall we sing the Lord's song in a strange land?

If I forget thee, O Jerusalem, let my right hand forget her cunning.

If I do not remember thee, let my tongue cleave to the roof of my mouth; if I prefer not Jerusalem above my chief joy.

Remember, O Lord, the children of Edom in the day of Jerusalem; who said, Rase it, rase it, even to the foundation thereof.

O daughter of Babylon, who art to be destroyed; happy shall he be, that rewardeth thee as thou hast served us.

Happy shall he be, that taketh and dasheth thy little ones against the stones.