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.

Sabo-Pionjoña’ i Selomò Naho tsy Iehovà ty mandranjy ty anjomba, tsy manjofake ty itromaha’ o mpandrafitseo. Naho tsy Iehovà ty mañambeñe i rovay, tsy vente’e ty hijilova’ o mpigaritseo.

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.

Tsy vara te mañaleñaleñe naho hifonen-droro te haleñe, hikama ty mofom-pitoloñañe; amy te atolo’e rotse o kokoa’eo.

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

Toe lova boak’am’ Iehovà o ajajao, ty toli-troke ro tambe.

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

Hoe ana-pale am-pitàm-panalolahy o amorin-katora’eo

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.

Haha t’indaty naho atsak’ irezay i trañon’ana-pale’ey; tsy ho salatse t’ie mifanaontsy amo rafelahi’eo an-dalam-bey ey.