Psalms 127

1 Orin fún ìgòkè. Ti Solomoni. Bí kò ṣe pé Olúwa bá kọ́ ilé náà àwọn tí ń kọ́ ọ ń ṣiṣẹ́ lásán ni; bí kò ṣe pé Olúwa bá pa ìlú mọ́, olùṣọ́ jí lásán.

“A song of the degrees for Solomon.” Unless the Lord do build the house, in vain labor they that build on it: unless the Lord guard the city, in vain is the watchman wakeful.

2 Asán ni fún ẹ̀yin ti ẹ dìde ní kùtùkùtù láti pẹ́ dùbúlẹ̀, láti jẹ oúnjẹ làálàá; bẹ́ẹ̀ ni ó ń fi ìre fún olùfẹ́ rẹ̀ lójú ọ̀run.

It is in vain for you to be early in rising, to be late in sitting up, eating the bread of painful toils; [for] so doth he give unto his beloved during sleep.

3 Kíyèsi i, àwọn ọmọ ni ìní Olúwa: ọmọ inú sì ni èrè rẹ̀.

Lo, children are an inheritance from the Lord: a reward is the fruit of the body.

4 Bí ọfà ti rí ní ọwọ́ alágbára, bẹ́ẹ̀ ni àwọn ọmọ èwe.

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

5 Ìbùkún ni fún ọkùnrin náà tí apó rẹ̀ kún fún wọn; ojú kì yóò tì wọ́n, ṣùgbọ́n wọn yóò ṣẹ́gun àwọn ọ̀tá ní ẹnu-ọ̀nà.

Happy is the man that hath his quiver filled with them: they shall not be put to shame, when they do speak with the enemies in the gate.