Psalms 127

1 A SONG OF THE ASCENTS. BY SOLOMON. If YHWH does not build the house, Its builders have labored at it in vain, If YHWH does not watch a city, A watchman has awoken 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 Vain for you who are rising early, Who delay sitting, eating the bread of griefs, So He gives sleep to His beloved one.

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 Behold, sons [are] an inheritance of YHWH, The fruit of the womb [is] a reward.

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

4 As arrows in the hand of a mighty one, So [are] the sons of the young men.

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

5 O the blessedness of the man Who has filled his quiver with them, They are not ashamed, For they speak with enemies in the gate!

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