Psalms 127

1 A song of ascents, of Solomon. Unless Yahweh builds the house, they work uselessly, those who build it. Unless Yahweh guards the city, the watchman stands guard uselessly.

Waƙar haurawa. Ta Solomon. In ba Ubangiji ne ya gina gida ba, masu gininta suna wahala a banza ne. In ba Ubangiji ne yake tsaron birni ba, masu tsaro suna yin tsaro a banza.

2 It is useless for you to rise up early, to come home late, or to eat the bread of hard work, for Yahweh provides for his beloved as they sleep.

Banza ne ka farka da wuri ka koma da latti, kana fama don abincin da za ka ci, gama yakan ba da barci ga waɗanda yake ƙauna.

3 See, children are a heritage from Yahweh, and the fruit of the womb is a reward from him.

’Ya’ya maza gādo ne daga Ubangiji, yara lada ne daga gare shi.

4 Like arrows in the hand of a warrior, so are the children of one's youth.

Kamar kibiyoyi a hannun jarumi haka’ya’ya mazan da aka haifa wa mutum a ƙuruciya.

5 How blessed is the man that has his quiver full of them. He will not be put to shame when he confronts his enemies in the gate.

Mai albarka ne mutumin da korinsa sun cika da su. Ba za a kunyata su ba sa’ad da suke ƙarawa da abokan gābansu a ɗakin shari’a.