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 for pilgrims going up to Jerusalem. A psalm of Solomon. If the Lord doesn't build the house, the work of the builders is futile. If the Lord doesn't guard the city, the work of the guards is pointless.

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's useless to get up early in the morning and go to work, and stay late into the evening, worrying about earning enough to eat, when the Lord gives rest to those he loves.

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

Children certainly are a gift from the Lord, for a family is a blessing.

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

Like arrows in the hand of a warrior are the children of a young man.

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 father who fills his quiver with them! Such fathers will not be embarrassed when they confront their enemies at the city gate.