Psalms 127

1 A Song of Ascents. By Solomon. Unless the LORD builds the house, they who build it labor in vain. Unless the LORD watches over the city, the watchman guards it in vain.

Yon chan pou monte vè tanp lan. Yon chan Salomon. Amwenske se SENYÈ a ki bati kay la, (sila) ki bati li yo, travay anven. Amwenske SENYÈ a veye pòtay la, gadyen an rete zye louvri anven.

2 It is vain for you to rise up early, to stay up late, eating the bread of toil, for he gives sleep to his loved ones.

Se an ven pou ou leve bonè e ale dòmi ta, pou manje pen a travay di yo, paske se domi Li bay a moun li renmen.

3 Behold, children are a heritage of the LORD. The fruit of the womb is his reward.

Veye byen, pitit se yon don SENYÈ a. Fwi a vant la se yon rekonpans.

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

Tankou flèch nan men a yon gèrye, Se konsa pitit a jèn yo ye.

5 Happy is the man who has his quiver full of them. They will not be disappointed when they speak with their enemies in the gate.

A la beni se nonm ke veso l plen ak yo. Yo p ap wont lè yo pale ak lènmi yo nan pòtay la.