Psalms 127

1 A Song of Ascents. By Solomon. Unless the LORD builds the house, they who build it labor in vain. Unless the LORD watches over the city, the watchman guards it in vain.

Tiga nyũmba yakirwo nĩ Jehova, andũ arĩa mamĩakaga marutaga wĩra o wa tũhũ. Tiga itũũra inene rĩmenyereirwo nĩ Jehova, arangĩri maraaraga mehũũgĩte o tũhũ.

2 It is vain for you to rise up early, to stay up late, eating the bread of toil, for he gives sleep to his loved ones.

Nĩ tũhũ andũ kũrooka gũũkĩra rũciinĩ tene, na gũkoma magakoma macereirwo, makĩnogera irio cia kũrĩa, nĩgũkorwo andũ arĩa Jehova endete, we nĩamaheaga o na marĩ toro.

3 Behold, children are a heritage of the LORD. The fruit of the womb is his reward.

Ciana nĩ igai kuuma kũrĩ Jehova, ciana nĩ kĩheo kuuma kũrĩ we.

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

Ciana iria mũndũ aciarĩte arĩ mũnini no ta mĩguĩ ĩrĩ moko-inĩ ma njamba ya ita.

5 Happy is the man who has his quiver full of them. They won’t be disappointed when they speak with their enemies in the gate.

Kũrathimwo nĩ mũndũ ũrĩa thiaka wake ũiyũrĩte mĩguĩ. Matigaaconorithio rĩrĩa magaakorwo magĩciira na thũ ciao hau kĩhingo-inĩ.