Sòm 127

1 Se yon chante Salomon pou yo chante lè y'ap moute lavil Jerizalèm. Si se pa Seyè a ki bati kay la, travay moun k'ap bati yo pa vo anyen. Si se pa Seyè a k'ap pwoteje lavil la, travay moun k'ap veye yo pa vo anyen.

A song of ascents. Of Solomon. Unless the Lord builds the house, those who build it labour in vain. Unless the Lord guards the city, the watchman wakes in vain.

2 Sa pa vo lapenn pou nou leve granmaten, pou nou kouche ta, pou nou travay di pou n' ka manje, paske, lè Bondye renmen yon moun, li ba li tout bagay pandan l'ap dòmi.

In vain you rise early, and finish so late, and so eat sorrow’s bread; for he cares for his loved ones in their sleep.

3 Pitit se kado Bondye bay, se yon rekonpans pou manman ak papa.

Children are a gift of the Lord, the fruit of the womb, a reward.

4 Menm jan yon sòlda santi li gen kouraj lè l' gen zam li nan men l', se menm jan an tou pou yon moun ki fè pitit gason depi lè l' te jenn.

Like arrows wielded by warriors, are the children of youth.

5 Ala bon sa bon pou moun ki gen anpil zam konsa! Li p'ap janm wont lè li kanpe nan pòtay lavil la pou l' diskite ak moun k'ap chache l' kont.

Happy the man who has filled his quiver full of them. He will not be ashamed when he speaks with enemies in the gate.