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.

Yon chan pou monte vè tanp lan. Yon chan Salomon. Amwenske se SENYÈ a ki bati kay la, (sila) ki bati li yo, travay anven. Amwenske SENYÈ a veye pòtay la, gadyen an rete zye louvri anven.

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.

Se an ven pou ou leve bonè e ale dòmi ta, pou manje pen a travay di yo, paske se domi Li bay a moun li renmen.

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

Veye byen, pitit se yon don SENYÈ a. Fwi a vant la se yon rekonpans.

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

Tankou flèch nan men a yon gèrye, Se konsa pitit a jèn yo ye.

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.

A la beni se nonm ke veso l plen ak yo. Yo p ap wont lè yo pale ak lènmi yo nan pòtay la.