Psalms 127

1 Unless Jehovah builds the house, they labor in vain who build it. Unless Jehovah guards the city, the watchman wake but in vain.

He waiata; he pikitanga. Na Horomona. Ki te kore e hanga e Ihowa te whare, he maumau mahi ta nga kaihanga; ki te kore e tiakina e Ihowa te pa, maumau mataara noa te kaitiaki.

2 It is vain for you to rise up early, to take rest late, to eat the bread of toil, for so he gives sleep to his beloved.

He maumau to koutou ara wawe, to koutou noho roa i te po, ta koutou kai i te taro o te mauiui: ko tana moe tena ka homai nei ki tana e aroha ai.

3 Lo, sons are a heritage of Jehovah, and the fruit of the womb is a reward.

Na he taonga pumau na Ihowa nga tamariki, ko nga hua ano o te kopu tana utu.

4 As arrows in the hand of a mighty man, so are the sons of youth.

E rite ana ki nga pere i te ringaringa o te tangata kaha te whanau o te taitamarikitanga.

5 Happy is the man who has his quiver full of them. They shall not be put to shame when they speak with their enemies in the gate.

Ka hari te tangata kua ki nei tana papa pere i a ratou: e kore ratou e whakama, ina korero ki o ratou hoariri i te kuwaha.