Psalms 127

1 “A song of the degrees for Solomon.” Unless the Lord do build the house, in vain labor they that build on it: unless the Lord guard the city, in vain is the watchman wakeful.

Nkunga Salomo wunyimbudulu mu nzila yikuendila ku nzo Yave. Enati Yave kakadi tunga nzo, buna batu bobo balembo tungi mu phamba kuandi balembu sadila. Enati Yave kakadi sunga divula buna batu bobo balembo disungi mu phamba kuandi balembo disungila.

2 It is in vain for you to be early in rising, to be late in sitting up, eating the bread of painful toils; [for] so doth he give unto his beloved during sleep.

Mu phamba kuandi lueti kotukila nsuka-nsuka ayi lueti kambu vika lekilanga, lueti sadilanga ngolo mu diambu di bidia bi dia; bila bobuawu keti vanina kuidi bobo keti zola bu badi ku tulu.

3 Lo, children are an inheritance from the Lord: a reward is the fruit of the body.

Bana badi kiuka kimbanga kuidi Yave, bosi mbutu wu bana widi mfutu wumbanga kuidi niandi.

4 Like arrows in the hand of a mighty man, so are the children of youth.

Banga madionga mu mioko mi kinuani ki lulendo, buawu bobo buididi bana mutu kabutidi mu kimuana kiandi.

5 Happy is the man that hath his quiver filled with them: they shall not be put to shame, when they do speak with the enemies in the gate.

Lusakumunu kuidi mutu wowo wuwesa bawu mu khutu andi. Balendi fua tsoni ko mu thangu bela tubana ayi bambeni ziawu ku muelo.