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.

Yahwe asipoijenga nyumba, waijengao wafanya kazi bure. Yahwe asipoulinda mji, aulindaye afanya kazi bure.

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.

Ni kazi bure kwa wewe unayeamka mapema, na kulala kwa kuchelewa, au kula mkate kwa kuufanyia kazi ngumu, maana Yahwe huwapa chakula awapendao hata wawapo usingizini.

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

Tazama, wana ni urithi kutoka kwa Yahwe, uzao wa tumbo ni thawabu kutoka kwake.

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

Kama mishale mkononi mwa shujaa, ndivyo walivyo wana wa ujanani.

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.

Ni namna gani alivyo barikiwa mtu ambaye amelijaza podo lake hivyo. Hata aibishwa pindi atakapo kabiliana na adui zake katika lango.