Mapisarema 127

1 Rwiyo rworwendo rwaSoromoni. Kana Jehovha asingavaki imba, vavaki vayo vanoshandira pasina. Kana Jehovha asingachengeti guta, varindi vanomira vakarinda pasina.

A song of ascents, of Solomon. Unless Yahweh builds the house, they work uselessly, those who build it. Unless Yahweh guards the city, the watchman stands guard uselessly.

2 Hazvina maturo kumuka mangwanani nokunonoka kuvata, uchitambudzikira zvokudya, nokuti anopa hope kuna vaanoda.

It is useless for you to rise up early, to come home late, or to eat the bread of hard work, for Yahweh provides for his beloved as they sleep.

3 Vanakomana inhaka inobva kuna Jehovha, vana mubayiro unobva kwaari.

See, children are a heritage from Yahweh, and the fruit of the womb is a reward from him.

4 Semiseve mumaoko emhare ndizvo zvakaita vanakomana voujaya.

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

5 Akaropafadzwa murume ane goba rizere navo. Havanganyadziswi pavanokakavadzana navavengi vavo pasuo.

How blessed is the man that has his quiver full of them. He will not be put to shame when he confronts his enemies in the gate.