Sòm 127

1 Se yon chante Salomon pou yo chante lè y'ap moute lavil Jerizalèm. Si se pa Seyè a ki bati kay la, travay moun k'ap bati yo pa vo anyen. Si se pa Seyè a k'ap pwoteje lavil la, travay moun k'ap veye yo pa vo anyen.

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 Sa pa vo lapenn pou nou leve granmaten, pou nou kouche ta, pou nou travay di pou n' ka manje, paske, lè Bondye renmen yon moun, li ba li tout bagay pandan l'ap dòmi.

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 Pitit se kado Bondye bay, se yon rekonpans pou manman ak papa.

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

4 Menm jan yon sòlda santi li gen kouraj lè l' gen zam li nan men l', se menm jan an tou pou yon moun ki fè pitit gason depi lè l' te jenn.

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

5 Ala bon sa bon pou moun ki gen anpil zam konsa! Li p'ap janm wont lè li kanpe nan pòtay lavil la pou l' diskite ak moun k'ap chache l' kont.

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