Salamo 127

1 Sabo-Pionjoña’ i Selomò Naho tsy Iehovà ty mandranjy ty anjomba, tsy manjofake ty itromaha’ o mpandrafitseo. Naho tsy Iehovà ty mañambeñe i rovay, tsy vente’e ty hijilova’ o mpigaritseo.

A song of ascents. Of Solomon. Unless the LORD builds the house, its builders labor in vain; unless the LORD protects the city, its watchmen stand guard in vain.

2 Tsy vara te mañaleñaleñe naho hifonen-droro te haleñe, hikama ty mofom-pitoloñañe; amy te atolo’e rotse o kokoa’eo.

In vain you rise early and stay up late, toiling for bread to eat— for He gives sleep to His beloved.

3 Toe lova boak’am’ Iehovà o ajajao, ty toli-troke ro tambe.

Children are indeed a heritage from the LORD, and the fruit of the womb is His reward.

4 Hoe ana-pale am-pitàm-panalolahy o amorin-katora’eo

Like arrows in the hand of a warrior, so are children born in one’s youth.

5 Haha t’indaty naho atsak’ irezay i trañon’ana-pale’ey; tsy ho salatse t’ie mifanaontsy amo rafelahi’eo an-dalam-bey ey.

Blessed is the man whose quiver is full of them. He will not be put to shame when he confronts the enemies at the gate.