Psalms 127

1 A song of degrees, or Psalme of Salomon. Except the Lord build the house, they labour in vaine that build it: except the Lord keepe the citie, the keeper watcheth in vaine.

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 in vaine for you to rise earely, and to lie downe late, and eate the bread of sorow: but he wil surely giue rest to his beloued.

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 Beholde, children are the inheritance of the Lord, and the fruite of the wombe his rewarde.

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

4 As are the arrowes in the hand of ye strong man: so are the children of youth.

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

5 Blessed is the man, that hath his quiuer full of them: for they shall not be ashamed, when they speake with their enemies in the gate.

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