< 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.
Nkunga Salomo wunyimbudulu mu nzila yikuendila ku nzo Yave. Enati Yave kakadi tunga nzo, buna batu bobo balembo tungi mu phamba kuandi balembu sadila. Enati Yave kakadi sunga divula buna batu bobo balembo disungi mu phamba kuandi balembo disungila.
2 In vain you rise early and stay up late, toiling for bread to eat— for He gives sleep to His beloved.
Mu phamba kuandi lueti kotukila nsuka-nsuka ayi lueti kambu vika lekilanga, lueti sadilanga ngolo mu diambu di bidia bi dia; bila bobuawu keti vanina kuidi bobo keti zola bu badi ku tulu.
3 Children are indeed a heritage from the LORD, and the fruit of the womb is His reward.
Bana badi kiuka kimbanga kuidi Yave, bosi mbutu wu bana widi mfutu wumbanga kuidi niandi.
4 Like arrows in the hand of a warrior, so are children born in one’s youth.
Banga madionga mu mioko mi kinuani ki lulendo, buawu bobo buididi bana mutu kabutidi mu kimuana kiandi.
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.
Lusakumunu kuidi mutu wowo wuwesa bawu mu khutu andi. Balendi fua tsoni ko mu thangu bela tubana ayi bambeni ziawu ku muelo.

< Psalms 127 >