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.

Y Cantan Quinajulo; iyon Salomon. YANGUIN ti si Jeova y jumatsa y guima, taebale y finatinasñija y manmachocho: yanguin ti si Jeova y umadaje y siuda, y guatdia magmamataja lao taebale.

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

Taebale y uncajulo taftaf, ya undescansa atrasao, ya uncano y pan pinite: sa jananaeja ni y güinaeyaña y mamaego.

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

Estagüe, y famaguon erensian Jeova: ya yi tinegcha y tiyan, apasiña.

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

Jaftaemanoja y flecha gui canae y matatnga na taotao; taegüijeja locue y famaguon y manpatgon.

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.

Magof y taotao yanguin bula y questat y flechaña nu sija: ti ufanmamajlao, lao ufanguentos yan y enemigo sija gui trangca.