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.

Oluyimba nga balinnya amadaala. Lwa Sulemaani. Mukama bw’atazimba nnyumba, abo abagizimba bazimbira bwereere. Mukama bw’atakuuma kibuga, abakuumi bateganira bwereere.

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.

Oteganira bwereere bw’okeera mu makya n’okola, ate n’olwawo n’okwebaka ng’okolerera ekyokulya; kubanga Mukama abaagalwa be abawa otulo.

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

Abaana aboobulenzi kya bugagga okuva eri Mukama; era abaana mpeera gy’agaba okuva gy’ali.

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

Ng’obusaale bwe bubeera mu mukono gw’omulwanyi, n’abaana abazaalibwa mu buvubuka bw’omuntu bwe bali bwe batyo.

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.

Alina omukisa omuntu oyo ajjuzza ensawo ye n’obusaale, kubanga tebaliswazibwa; balyolekera abalabe baabwe mu mulyango omunene.