Tingtoeng 127

1 Solomon kah Tangtlaeng Laa BOEIPA loh im a sak pawt atah a soah aka sa rhoek khaw a poeyoek lam ni a thakthae uh. BOEIPA loh khopuei a hung pawt atah aka hung khaw a poeyoek lam ni a hak.

A song of ascents. Of Solomon. Unless the Lord builds the house, those who build it labor in vain. Unless the Lord guards the city, the watchman wakes in vain.

2 A thoh neh hlah uh tih kholaeh daengla aka duem, patangnah buh aka ca nang ham a poeyoek mai ni. Ih pataeng a lungnah taengah ni a paek.

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.

3 C a rhoek he BOEIPA rho neh bungko thaihtae kah thapang ni ne.

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

4 Camoe ca rhoek khaw hlangrhalh kut dongkah thaltang bangla om tangloeng.

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

5 Te rhoek neh a liva aka bae sak hlang te tah a yoethen. Vongka kah thunkha neh a oelh uh rhoi vaengah yahpok uh mahpawh.

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