Psalms 127

1 A Song of degrees for Solomon. Except the LORD shall build the house, they labour in vain that build it: except the LORD shall keep the city, the watchman waketh in vain.

Solomo ƒe mɔzɔha. Ne Yehowa metu xɔ o la, etulawo le agbagba dzem dzodzro. Ne Yehowa medzɔ du la ŋu o la, dzodzroe dua ŋu dzɔlawo le ŋudzɔ.

2 It is vain for you to rise early, to sit up late, to eat the bread of sorrows: for so he giveth his beloved sleep.

Dzodzroe miefɔna kaba le ŋdi, henɔa agbagba dzem le nu si miaɖu la ŋuti va se ɖe fiẽ, ke ame siwo wòlɔ̃na la, enana wodɔa alɔ̃ ɖina ɖe eme.

3 Lo, children are an heritage of the LORD: and the fruit of the womb is his reward.

Viŋutsuwo nye domenyinu tso Yehowa gbɔ, eye viwo nye fetu tso eya amea gbɔ.

4 As arrows are in the hand of a mighty man; so are children of the youth.

Viŋutsu siwo ame aɖe dzi le eƒe ɖekakpuime la, le abe aŋutrɔ le kalẽtɔ si ene.

5 Happy is the man that hath his quiver full of them: they shall not be ashamed, but they shall speak with the enemies in the gate.

Woayra ŋutsu si ƒe daku me wole fũu. Ŋu makpe wo o, ne woawo kple futɔwo wɔ avu le agbo la me.