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.

Fihirana fiakarana. Nataon’ i Solomona.

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

Zava-poana ho anareo ny mifoha maraina Sy ny alim-pandry Ka homana ny hanina azo amin’ ny fahasahiranana; Izany anefa dia omeny ihany ho an’ ny malalany, na dia matory aza izy.

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

Indro, lova avy amin’ i Jehovah ny zanaka maro; Tamby ny ateraky ny kibo.

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

Tahaka ny zana-tsipìka eo an-tànan’ ny mahery Ny zanaky ny fahatanorana.

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.

Sambatra izay mameno ny tranon-jana-tsipìkany amin’ ireny; Tsy ho menatra ireny, raha mifamaly amin’ ny fahavalo eo am-bavahady.