Psalms 127

1 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.

Ingoma yemiqanso. ElikaSolomoni. Ngaphandle kokuba uThixo ayakhe indlu, abakhi bayo basebenzela ize. Ngaphandle kokuba uThixo awulinde umuzi, abalindi bawo balinda ize.

2 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.

Kuyize ukuvuka kwenu ngovivi liphinde libambe kuze kuhlwe, lisebenzela ukudla kokufaka emlonyeni ngoba upha ubuthongo kulabo abathandayo.

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

Amadodana ayilifa elivela kuThixo, abantwana bangumvuzo ovela kuye.

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

Njengemitshoko esandleni sebutho anjalo amadodana azelwe ngumuntu esesemutsha.

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

Ubusisiwe umuntu omxhaka wakhe ugcwele wona. Kayikuyangeka nxa sebedibana lezitha entubeni.