Psalmowo 127

1 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.

A Song of degrees. Of Solomon. Unless Jehovah build the house, in vain do its builders labour in it; unless Jehovah keep the city, the keeper watcheth in vain:

2 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.

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

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

Lo, children are an inheritance from Jehovah, [and] the fruit of the womb a reward.

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

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

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

Happy is the man that hath filled his quiver with them. They shall not be ashamed when they speak with enemies in the gate.