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.

Ingoma yemiqanso. ElikaSolomoni. Ngaphandle kokuba uThixo ayakhe indlu, abakhi bayo basebenzela ize. Ngaphandle kokuba uThixo awulinde umuzi, abalindi bawo balinda ize.

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

Kuyize ukuvuka kwenu ngovivi liphinde libambe kuze kuhlwe, lisebenzela ukudla kokufaka emlonyeni ngoba upha ubuthongo kulabo abathandayo.

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

Amadodana ayilifa elivela kuThixo, abantwana bangumvuzo ovela kuye.

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

Njengemitshoko esandleni sebutho anjalo amadodana azelwe ngumuntu esesemutsha.

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.

Ubusisiwe umuntu omxhaka wakhe ugcwele wona. Kayikuyangeka nxa sebedibana lezitha entubeni.