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 Yahweh builds the house, they work uselessly, those who build it. Unless Yahweh guards the city, the watchman stands guard uselessly.

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.

It is useless for you to rise up early, to come home late, or to eat the bread of hard work, for Yahweh provides for his beloved as they sleep.

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

See, children are a heritage from Yahweh, and the fruit of the womb is a reward from him.

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

Like arrows in the hand of a warrior, so are the children of one's 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.

How blessed is the man that has his quiver full of them. He will not be put to shame when he confronts his enemies in the gate.