Psalms 127

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

Fihirana fiakarana. Nataon’ i Solomona.

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.

Zava-poana ho anareo ny mifoha maraina Sy ny alim-pandry Ka homana ny hanina azo amin’ ny fahasahiranana; Izany anefa dia omeny ihany ho an’ ny malalany, na dia matory aza izy.

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

Indro, lova avy amin’ i Jehovah ny zanaka maro; Tamby ny ateraky ny kibo.

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

Tahaka ny zana-tsipìka eo an-tànan’ ny mahery Ny zanaky ny fahatanorana.

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.

Sambatra izay mameno ny tranon-jana-tsipìkany amin’ ireny; Tsy ho menatra ireny, raha mifamaly amin’ ny fahavalo eo am-bavahady.