Abụ Ọma 127

1 Abụ nrigo, nke Solomọn. Ọ bụrụ na Onyenwe anyị ewughị ụlọ, ndị na-ewu ya na-adọgbu onwe ha nʼọrụ nʼefu. Ọ bụrụ na Onyenwe anyị echeghị obodo, nʼefu ka ndị nche na-amụ anya.

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 Ọ bụ nʼefu ka ị na-ebili nʼisi ụtụtụ na-adọgbu onwe gị nʼọrụ ịchọta ihe ị ga-eri ruo nʼabalị, nʼihi na ọ na-eme ka ndị niile ọ hụrụ nʼanya hie ụra nʼudo.

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

3 Ụmụntakịrị bụ ihe nketa si nʼaka Onyenwe anyị, ụmụntakịrị bụ ụgwọ ọrụ ọ na-enye.

Behold, sons [are] an inheritance of YHWH, The fruit of the womb [is] a reward.

4 Dịka àkụ nʼaka dike nʼagha, otu a, ka ụmụ a mụtaara na mgbe okorobịa dị.

As arrows in the hand of a mighty one, So [are] the sons of the young men.

5 Onye a gọziri agọzi ka nwoke ahụ bụ onye kpojuru àkụ ndị a nʼakpa àkụ ya. Ihere agaghị eme ha mgbe ha na ndị iro na-arụrịta ụka nʼama.

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!