Salamo 127

1 Fihirana fiakarana. Nataon’ i Solomona.

A song for pilgrims going up to Jerusalem. A psalm of Solomon. If the Lord doesn't build the house, the work of the builders is futile. If the Lord doesn't guard the city, the work of the guards is pointless.

2 Zava-poana ho anareo ny mifoha maraina Sy ny alim-pandry Ka homana ny hanina azo amin’ ny fahasahiranana; Izany anefa dia omeny ihany ho an’ ny malalany, na dia matory aza izy.

It's useless to get up early in the morning and go to work, and stay late into the evening, worrying about earning enough to eat, when the Lord gives rest to those he loves.

3 Indro, lova avy amin’ i Jehovah ny zanaka maro; Tamby ny ateraky ny kibo.

Children certainly are a gift from the Lord, for a family is a blessing.

4 Tahaka ny zana-tsipìka eo an-tànan’ ny mahery Ny zanaky ny fahatanorana.

Like arrows in the hand of a warrior are the children of a young man.

5 Sambatra izay mameno ny tranon-jana-tsipìkany amin’ ireny; Tsy ho menatra ireny, raha mifamaly amin’ ny fahavalo eo am-bavahady.

Happy is the father who fills his quiver with them! Such fathers will not be embarrassed when they confront their enemies at the city gate.