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 THE ASCENTS. BY SOLOMON. If YHWH does not build the house, Its builders have labored at it in vain, If YHWH does not watch a city, A watchman has awoken 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.

Vain for you who are rising early, Who delay sitting, eating the bread of griefs, So He gives sleep to His beloved one.

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

Behold, sons [are] an inheritance of YHWH, The fruit of the womb [is] 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 one, So [are] the sons of the young men.

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

O the blessedness of the man Who has filled his quiver with them, They are not ashamed, For they speak with enemies in the gate!