La Bu 127

1 Insa-a hi Pakai apan louleh, asahon mohseh’a asah’u ahi. Khopi ngah’a hi Pakai ajao louleh, khongah ho pannabei a hahkhovah ahiuve.

A song for pilgrims going up to Jerusalem. A psalm of Solomon. If the Lord doesn't build the house, the work of the builders is futile. If the Lord doesn't guard the city, the work of the guards is pointless.

2 Jingkah matah’a nakipat uva jankhang gei a nehding an holna a na natoh’u pan nabei ahi, ajeh chu Pakai in angailut achate hi a-ihmut sunguva hi ijakai agontohpeh ahibouve.

It's useless to get up early in the morning and go to work, and stay late into the evening, worrying about earning enough to eat, when the Lord gives rest to those he loves.

3 Veuvin, chatehi Pakaija kon a gou ahin, naobu sunga kona aga kimu jonghi kipa thilpeh ahi.

Children certainly are a gift from the Lord, for a family is a blessing.

4 Khangdon laiya cha kineiho hi galsatpan akhutna thalchangho akichoi tobang ahi.

Like arrows in the hand of a warrior are the children of a young man.

5 Thalchang abom dimsetna kipohpa anunnom ahi. Amachu agalmite toh thutanna munna akimuto teng gallel hilouhel ding ahi.

Happy is the father who fills his quiver with them! Such fathers will not be embarrassed when they confront their enemies at the city gate.