New Living Translation

Psalm 127

Psalm 127

A song for pilgrims ascending to Jerusalem. A psalm of Solomon.

Unless the Lord builds a house,
    the work of the builders is wasted.
Unless the Lord protects a city,
    guarding it with sentries will do no good.
It is useless for you to work so hard
    from early morning until late at night,
anxiously working for food to eat;
    for God gives rest to his loved ones.

Children are a gift from the Lord;
    they are a reward from him.
Children born to a young man
    are like arrows in a warrior’s hands.
How joyful is the man whose quiver is full of them!
    He will not be put to shame when he confronts his accusers at the city gates.

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.