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Psalm 127

Psalm 127

A song of ascents. Of Solomon.

Unless the Lord builds the house,
    the builders labor in vain.
Unless the Lord watches over the city,
    the guards stand watch in vain.
In vain you rise early
    and stay up late,
toiling for food to eat—
    for he grants sleep to[a] those he loves.

Children are a heritage from the Lord,
    offspring a reward from him.
Like arrows in the hands of a warrior
    are children born in one’s youth.
Blessed is the man
    whose quiver is full of them.
They will not be put to shame
    when they contend with their opponents in court.

Notas al pie

  1. Psalm 127:2 Or eat— / for while they sleep he provides for

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.