Masalimo 127

1 Nyimbo yoyimba pokwera ku Yerusalemu. Salimo la Solomoni. Yehova akapanda kumanga nyumba, omanga nyumbayo agwira ntchito pachabe. Yehova akapanda kulondera mzinda, mlonda akanangolondera pachabe.

A Song of the going up. Of Solomon. If the Lord is not helping the builders, then the building of a house is to no purpose: if the Lord does not keep the town, the watchman keeps his watch for nothing.

2 Mumangodzivuta nʼkulawirira mmamawa ndi kusagona msanga madzulo, kuvutikira chakudya choti mudye, pakuti Iye amapereka tulo kwa amene amawakonda.

It is of no use for you to get up early, and to go late to your rest, with the bread of sorrow for your food; for the Lord gives to his loved ones in sleep.

3 Ana ndiye cholowa chochokera kwa Yehova, ana ndi mphotho yochokera kwa Iye.

See, sons are a heritage from the Lord; the fruit of the body is his reward.

4 Ana a pa unyamata ali ngati mivi mʼmanja mwa munthu wankhondo.

Like arrows in the hand of a man of war, are the children of the young.

5 Wodala munthu amene motengera mivi mwake mwadzaza. Iwo sadzachititsidwa manyazi pamene alimbana ndi adani awo pa zipata.

Happy is the man who has a good store of them; he will not be put to shame, but his cause will be supported by them against his haters.