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:

Yon chan pou monte vè tanp lan. Yon chan Salomon. Amwenske se SENYÈ a ki bati kay la, (sila) ki bati li yo, travay anven. Amwenske SENYÈ a veye pòtay la, gadyen an rete zye louvri anven.

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.

Se an ven pou ou leve bonè e ale dòmi ta, pou manje pen a travay di yo, paske se domi Li bay a moun li renmen.

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

Veye byen, pitit se yon don SENYÈ a. Fwi a vant la se yon rekonpans.

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

Tankou flèch nan men a yon gèrye, Se konsa pitit a jèn yo ye.

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.

A la beni se nonm ke veso l plen ak yo. Yo p ap wont lè yo pale ak lènmi yo nan pòtay la.