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 degrees. Of Solomon. Unless Jehovah build the house, in vain do its builders labour in it; unless Jehovah keep the city, the keeper watcheth in vain:

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

It is vain for you to rise up early, to lie down late, to eat the bread of sorrows: so to his beloved one he giveth sleep.

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

Lo, children are an inheritance from Jehovah, [and] the fruit of the womb a reward.

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

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

Happy is the man that hath filled his quiver with them. They shall not be ashamed when they speak with enemies in the gate.