Psalms 127

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

Wimbo wa kwenda juu. Wa Solomoni. Bwana asipoijenga nyumba, wajengao hufanya kazi bure. Bwana asipoulinda mji, walinzi wakesha bure.

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.

Mnajisumbua bure kuamka mapema na kuchelewa kulala, mkitaabikia chakula: kwa maana yeye huwapa usingizi wapenzi wake.

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

Wana ni urithi utokao kwa Bwana, watoto ni zawadi kutoka kwake.

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

Kama mishale mikononi mwa shujaa ndivyo walivyo wana awazaao mtu katika ujana wake.

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

Heri mtu ambaye podo lake limejazwa nao. Hawataaibishwa wanaposhindana na adui zao langoni.