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 degrees for Solomon. Except the LORD shall build the house, they labor in vain that build it: except the LORD shall keep the city, the watchman waketh in vain.

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] vain for you to rise early, to sit up late, to eat the bread of sorrows: [for] so he giveth his beloved sleep.

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

Lo, children [are] a heritage of the LORD: [and] the fruit of the womb [is his] reward.

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

As arrows [are] in the hand of a mighty man: so [are] children of the 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 full of them: they shall not be ashamed, but they shall speak with the enemies in the gate.