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.

Uba iNkosi ingayakhi indlu, basebenzela ize kiyo abayakhayo. Uba iNkosi ingawulondolozi umuzi, umlindi ulindela ize.

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.

Kuyize kini ukuthi livuke ngovivi, lihlale kuze kube sebusuku, lidle ukudla kosizi; ngokunjalo iyamnika ubuthongo othandiweyo wayo.

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

Khangela, abantwana bayilifa leNkosi, isithelo sesizalo singumvuzo.

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

Njengemitshoko esandleni seqhawe, banjalo abantwana bobutsha.

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.

Ibusisiwe indoda egcwalise umxhaka wayo ngabo; kabayikuyangeka ngoba bazakhuluma lezitha esangweni.