Sòm 127

1 Yon chan pou monte vè tanp lan. Yon chan Salomon. Amwenske se SENYÈ a ki bati kay la, (sila) ki bati li yo, travay anven. Amwenske SENYÈ a veye pòtay la, gadyen an rete zye louvri anven.

“A song of the degrees for Solomon.” Unless the Lord do build the house, in vain labor they that build on it: unless the Lord guard the city, in vain is the watchman wakeful.

2 Se an ven pou ou leve bonè e ale dòmi ta, pou manje pen a travay di yo, paske se domi Li bay a moun li renmen.

It is in vain for you to be early in rising, to be late in sitting up, eating the bread of painful toils; [for] so doth he give unto his beloved during sleep.

3 Veye byen, pitit se yon don SENYÈ a. Fwi a vant la se yon rekonpans.

Lo, children are an inheritance from the Lord: a reward is the fruit of the body.

4 Tankou flèch nan men a yon gèrye, Se konsa pitit a jèn yo ye.

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

5 A la beni se nonm ke veso l plen ak yo. Yo p ap wont lè yo pale ak lènmi yo nan pòtay la.

Happy is the man that hath his quiver filled with them: they shall not be put to shame, when they do speak with the enemies in the gate.