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.

Uba iNkosi ingayakhi indlu, basebenzela ize kiyo abayakhayo. Uba iNkosi ingawulondolozi umuzi, umlindi ulindela ize.

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

Kuyize kini ukuthi livuke ngovivi, lihlale kuze kube sebusuku, lidle ukudla kosizi; ngokunjalo iyamnika ubuthongo othandiweyo wayo.

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

Khangela, abantwana bayilifa leNkosi, isithelo sesizalo singumvuzo.

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

Njengemitshoko esandleni seqhawe, banjalo abantwana bobutsha.

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.

Ibusisiwe indoda egcwalise umxhaka wayo ngabo; kabayikuyangeka ngoba bazakhuluma lezitha esangweni.