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.

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.

Tsy vara te mañaleñaleñe naho hifonen-droro te haleñe, hikama ty mofom-pitoloñañe; amy te atolo’e rotse o kokoa’eo.

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

Toe lova boak’am’ Iehovà o ajajao, ty toli-troke ro tambe.

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

Hoe ana-pale am-pitàm-panalolahy o amorin-katora’eo

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.

Haha t’indaty naho atsak’ irezay i trañon’ana-pale’ey; tsy ho salatse t’ie mifanaontsy amo rafelahi’eo an-dalam-bey ey.