< 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.
Wimbo wa kwenda juu. Wa Solomoni. Bwana asipoijenga nyumba, wajengao hufanya kazi bure. Bwana asipoulinda mji, walinzi wakesha bure.
2 In vain you rise early and stay up late, toiling for bread to eat— for He gives sleep to His beloved.
Mnajisumbua bure kuamka mapema na kuchelewa kulala, mkitaabikia chakula: kwa maana yeye huwapa usingizi wapenzi wake.
3 Children are indeed a heritage from the LORD, and the fruit of the womb is His reward.
Wana ni urithi utokao kwa Bwana, watoto ni zawadi kutoka kwake.
4 Like arrows in the hand of a warrior, so are children born in one’s youth.
Kama mishale mikononi mwa shujaa ndivyo walivyo wana awazaao mtu katika ujana wake.
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.
Heri mtu ambaye podo lake limejazwa nao. Hawataaibishwa wanaposhindana na adui zao langoni.

< Psalms 127 >