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:

Fihirana fiakarana. Nataon’ i Solomona.

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.

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

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

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

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

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.

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