Psalms 127

1 A Song of the going up. Of Solomon. If the Lord is not helping the builders, then the building of a house is to no purpose: if the Lord does not keep the town, the watchman keeps his watch for nothing.

Tiga nyũmba yakirwo nĩ Jehova, andũ arĩa mamĩakaga marutaga wĩra o wa tũhũ. Tiga itũũra inene rĩmenyereirwo nĩ Jehova, arangĩri maraaraga mehũũgĩte o tũhũ.

2 It is of no use for you to get up early, and to go late to your rest, with the bread of sorrow for your food; for the Lord gives to his loved ones in sleep.

Nĩ tũhũ andũ kũrooka gũũkĩra rũciinĩ tene, na gũkoma magakoma macereirwo, makĩnogera irio cia kũrĩa, nĩgũkorwo andũ arĩa Jehova endete, we nĩamaheaga o na marĩ toro.

3 See, sons are a heritage from the Lord; the fruit of the body is his reward.

Ciana nĩ igai kuuma kũrĩ Jehova, ciana nĩ kĩheo kuuma kũrĩ we.

4 Like arrows in the hand of a man of war, are the children of the young.

Ciana iria mũndũ aciarĩte arĩ mũnini no ta mĩguĩ ĩrĩ moko-inĩ ma njamba ya ita.

5 Happy is the man who has a good store of them; he will not be put to shame, but his cause will be supported by them against his haters.

Kũrathimwo nĩ mũndũ ũrĩa thiaka wake ũiyũrĩte mĩguĩ. Matigaaconorithio rĩrĩa magaakorwo magĩciira na thũ ciao hau kĩhingo-inĩ.