Psalms 127

1 [A Song of Ascents. By Solomon.] Unless the LORD builds the house, they labor in vain who build it. Unless the LORD watches over the city, the watchman guards it in vain.

Sabo-Pionjoña’ i Selomò Naho tsy Iehovà ty mandranjy ty anjomba, tsy manjofake ty itromaha’ o mpandrafitseo. Naho tsy Iehovà ty mañambeñe i rovay, tsy vente’e ty hijilova’ o mpigaritseo.

2 It is vain for you to rise up early, to stay up late, eating the bread of toil; for he gives sleep to his loved ones.

Tsy vara te mañaleñaleñe naho hifonen-droro te haleñe, hikama ty mofom-pitoloñañe; amy te atolo’e rotse o kokoa’eo.

3 Look, children are a heritage of the LORD. The fruit of the womb is a reward.

Toe lova boak’am’ Iehovà o ajajao, ty toli-troke ro tambe.

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

Hoe ana-pale am-pitàm-panalolahy o amorin-katora’eo

5 Blessed is the man who has his quiver full of them. They won't be disappointed when they speak with their enemies in the gate.

Haha t’indaty naho atsak’ irezay i trañon’ana-pale’ey; tsy ho salatse t’ie mifanaontsy amo rafelahi’eo an-dalam-bey ey.