Psalms 127

1 A Song of Ascents. Solomon’s. If, Yahweh, build not the house, in vain, have the builders of it toiled thereon, If, Yahweh, watch not the city, in vain, hath the watchman kept awake:

Nyimbo yoyimba pokwera ku Yerusalemu. Salimo la Solomoni. Yehova akapanda kumanga nyumba, omanga nyumbayo agwira ntchito pachabe. Yehova akapanda kulondera mzinda, mlonda akanangolondera pachabe.

2 Vain for you, —to be early in rising, to be late in lying down, to be eating the bread of wearisome toil, So, would he give his beloved one sleep.

Mumangodzivuta nʼkulawirira mmamawa ndi kusagona msanga madzulo, kuvutikira chakudya choti mudye, pakuti Iye amapereka tulo kwa amene amawakonda.

3 Lo! an inheritance from Yahweh, are children, A reward, the fruit of the womb:

Ana ndiye cholowa chochokera kwa Yehova, ana ndi mphotho yochokera kwa Iye.

4 As arrows in the hand of a warrior, so, are the children of young men.

Ana a pa unyamata ali ngati mivi mʼmanja mwa munthu wankhondo.

5 How happy the man who hath filled his quiver with them! They will not be ashamed, but will speak with enemies in the gate.

Wodala munthu amene motengera mivi mwake mwadzaza. Iwo sadzachititsidwa manyazi pamene alimbana ndi adani awo pa zipata.