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 Ascents. By Solomon. Unless Yahweh builds the house, they who build it labor in vain. Unless Yahweh watches over the city, the watchman guards it 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.

It is vain for you to rise up early, to stay up late, eating the bread of toil, for he gives sleep to his loved ones.

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

Behold, children are a heritage of Yahweh. The fruit of the womb is his 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 man, so are the children of youth.

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.

Happy is the man who has his quiver full of them. They won’t be disappointed when they speak with their enemies in the gate.