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.

Faarfannaa Ol baʼuu. Faarfannaa Solomoon. Waaqayyo mana ijaaruu baannaan, warri ijaaran akkasumaan dadhabu. Waaqayyo magaalaa eeguu baannaan, warri eegan akkasumaan dhaabachaa bulu.

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

Isin buddeena dadhabbii guddaan argame nyaachuuf jettanii, barii barraaqaan kaʼuun keessan, turtanii rafuun keessan faayidaa hin qabu; inni warra jaallatuuf utuma isaan rafanii iyyuu waan isaan barbaachisu ni kennaaf.

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

Kunoo, ijoolleen kennaa Waaqayyoo ti; iji gadameessaas badhaasa isaa ti.

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

Ijoolleen dargaggummaa keessa dhalchan, akkuma xiyya harka goota tokkoo keessa jiruu ti.

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.

Namni korojoon isaa xiyyaan guutame eebbifamaa dha. Inni yommuu karra duratti diinota isaatiin falmutti hin qaanaʼu.