Psalms 127

1 A song for pilgrims going up to Jerusalem. A psalm of Solomon. If the Lord doesn't build the house, the work of the builders is futile. If the Lord doesn't guard the city, the work of the guards is pointless.

Faarfannaa Ol baʼuu. Faarfannaa Solomoon. Waaqayyo mana ijaaruu baannaan, warri ijaaran akkasumaan dadhabu. Waaqayyo magaalaa eeguu baannaan, warri eegan akkasumaan dhaabachaa bulu.

2 It's useless to get up early in the morning and go to work, and stay late into the evening, worrying about earning enough to eat, when the Lord gives rest to those he loves.

Isin buddeena dadhabbii guddaan argame nyaachuuf jettanii, barii barraaqaan kaʼuun keessan, turtanii rafuun keessan faayidaa hin qabu; inni warra jaallatuuf utuma isaan rafanii iyyuu waan isaan barbaachisu ni kennaaf.

3 Children certainly are a gift from the Lord, for a family is a blessing.

Kunoo, ijoolleen kennaa Waaqayyoo ti; iji gadameessaas badhaasa isaa ti.

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

Ijoolleen dargaggummaa keessa dhalchan, akkuma xiyya harka goota tokkoo keessa jiruu ti.

5 Happy is the father who fills his quiver with them! Such fathers will not be embarrassed when they confront their enemies at the city gate.

Namni korojoon isaa xiyyaan guutame eebbifamaa dha. Inni yommuu karra duratti diinota isaatiin falmutti hin qaanaʼu.