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.

Haddaan Rabbigu guriga dhisin, Kuwa dhisaya, waxtarla'aan bay u hawshoodaan, Haddaan Rabbigu magaalada dhawrin, Waardiyuhu micnela'aan buu u soo jeedaa.

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.

Faa'iido idiinma leh inaad aroor hore kacdaan oo aad goor dambe seexataan, Oo aad kibista dhibka cuntaan, Waayo, wuxuu kuwuu jecel yahay siiyaa hurdo.

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

Bal eeg, carruurtu waa dhaxal xagga Rabbiga laga helo. Oo midhaha maxalku waa abaalgudkiisa.

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

Sida fallaadho ku jira nin xoog badan gacantiis, Sidaasoo kale weeye carruurta dhallinyaranimadu.

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.

Waxaa barakaysan ninkii gabooyihiisa ka buuxsada iyaga, Iyagu ma ay ceeboobi doonaan Markay cadaawayaashooda kula hadlaan xagga iridda.