Psalms 127

1 A song of ascents. Of Solomon. Unless the LORD builds the house, its builders labor in vain; unless the LORD protects the city, its watchmen stand guard in vain.

Malaksid no ni Yahweh ti mangipatakder iti balay, awan serserbi ti panagtrabaho dagiti agipatpatakder. Malaksid no bantayan ni Yahweh ti siudad, awan serserbi ti agbanbantay.

2 In vain you rise early and stay up late, toiling for bread to eat— for He gives sleep to His beloved.

Awan serserbina kenka ti bumangon a masapa, ti naladaw a panagawid, wenno ti pannangan iti tinapay a nagbannogan, gapu ta it-ited ni Yahweh ti pannaturog kadagiti ay-ayatenna.

3 Children are indeed a heritage from the LORD, and the fruit of the womb is His reward.

Kitaem, dagiti ubbing ket tawid a naggapu kenni Yahweh, ken ti bunga ti aanakan ket gunggona manipud kenkuana.

4 Like arrows in the hand of a warrior, so are children born in one’s youth.

Dagiti annak ti agkabanuag a lalaki ket kasla kadagiti pana iti ima iti mannakigubat.

5 Blessed is the man whose quiver is full of them. He will not be put to shame when he confronts the enemies at the gate.

Anian a naggasat ti tao a napno ti pagkargaan ti panana. Saan a maibabain isuna inton sangoenna dagiti kabusorna iti ruangan.