The Message

Psalm 127

A Pilgrim Song of Solomon

11-2 If God doesn’t build the house,
    the builders only build shacks.
If God doesn’t guard the city,
    the night watchman might as well nap.
It’s useless to rise early and go to bed late,
    and work your worried fingers to the bone.
Don’t you know he enjoys
    giving rest to those he loves?

3-5 Don’t you see that children are God’s best gift?
    the fruit of the womb his generous legacy?
Like a warrior’s fistful of arrows
    are the children of a vigorous youth.
Oh, how blessed are you parents,
    with your quivers full of children!
Your enemies don’t stand a chance against you;
    you’ll sweep them right off your doorstep.

Nkwa Asem

Nnwom 127

Onyankopɔn ayamye ho nkamfo

1Sɛ Awurade ansi dan no a, adansifo no adwuma a wɔyɛ wɔ ho no yɛ ɔkwa; sɛ Awurade ammɔ kurow no ho ban a, awɛmfo no wɛn kwa. Sɛ w’asetena nti, woyeyere wo ho yɛ adwuma a, wosɔre anɔpa na wɔkɔda anadwo kɔnkɔn a, ɛyɛ ɔkwa. Efisɛ, wɔn a wɔdɔ Awurade no, sɛ wɔadeda koraa a, ɔma wɔn nea ɛho hia wɔn.

Mma yɛ Awurade akyɛde; wɔyɛ nhyira. Mma a onipa wɔ wɔ ne mmabun bere mu no te sɛ agyan a ɛhyɛ ɔsraani nsam. Nhyira nka obi a ɔwɔ saa agyan no bebree. Sɛ odu atemmubea hɔ na ohyia n’atamfo a, obi rentumi nni ne so da.