Psalms 127

1 A Song of degrees for Solomon. Except the LORD build the house, they labour in vain that build it: except the LORD keep the city, the watchman waketh [but] in vain.

Tiga nyũmba yakirwo nĩ Jehova, andũ arĩa mamĩakaga marutaga wĩra o wa tũhũ. Tiga itũũra inene rĩmenyereirwo nĩ Jehova, arangĩri maraaraga mehũũgĩte o tũhũ.

2 [It is] vain for you to rise up early, to sit up late, to eat the bread of sorrows: [for] so he giveth his beloved sleep.

Nĩ tũhũ andũ kũrooka gũũkĩra rũciinĩ tene, na gũkoma magakoma macereirwo, makĩnogera irio cia kũrĩa, nĩgũkorwo andũ arĩa Jehova endete, we nĩamaheaga o na marĩ toro.

3 Lo, children [are] an heritage of the LORD: [and] the fruit of the womb [is his] reward.

Ciana nĩ igai kuuma kũrĩ Jehova, ciana nĩ kĩheo kuuma kũrĩ we.

4 As arrows [are] in the hand of a mighty man; so [are] children of the youth.

Ciana iria mũndũ aciarĩte arĩ mũnini no ta mĩguĩ ĩrĩ moko-inĩ ma njamba ya ita.

5 Happy [is] the man that hath his quiver full of them: they shall not be ashamed, but they shall speak with the enemies in the gate.

Kũrathimwo nĩ mũndũ ũrĩa thiaka wake ũiyũrĩte mĩguĩ. Matigaaconorithio rĩrĩa magaakorwo magĩciira na thũ ciao hau kĩhingo-inĩ.