Psalms 127

1 A song of ascents. Of Solomon. Unless the LORD builds the house, its builders labor in vain; unless the LORD protects the city, its watchmen stand guard in vain.

Hina Gode da diasu hame gagui ganiaba, diasu gagui dunu ilia hawa: hamomu da hamedela: loba. Hina Gode da moilai bai bagade hame gaga: i ganiaba, sosodo aligisu dunu da udigili sosodo aligila: loba.

2 In vain you rise early and stay up late, toiling for bread to eat— for He gives sleep to His beloved.

Abuliba: le hahabedafa wa: legadole, bagadewane hawa: hamonana gasimogoa fawane bu golama: bela: ? Bai Hina Gode Ea dogolegei fi dunu ilia da golai dialeawane, E da ilia ha: i manu amola labe liligi huluane ilima iaha.

3 Children are indeed a heritage from the LORD, and the fruit of the womb is His reward.

Mano ilia da Hina Gode Ea hahawane dogolegele iasu liligi. E da nini hahawane ba: ma: ne, mano ninima iaha.

4 Like arrows in the hand of a warrior, so are children born in one’s youth.

Nowa da ayeligiawane, dunu mano lalelegesea, amo dunu mano da dadi gagui dunuga ea dadi hodo gagui agoai ba: sa.

5 Blessed is the man whose quiver is full of them. He will not be put to shame when he confronts the enemies at the gate.

Nowa da amo dadi hodo bagohame gagusia, e da hahawane bagade gala. E da ea ha lai dunu amo fofada: su diasuga fofada: sea, ilia da ema hamedafa hasalasimu.