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.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Khang don laija cha kineiho hi galsatpan akhutna thal changho akichoi tobang ahi.

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.

Thal chang abom dimsetna kipohpa anun nom ahi. Amachu agalmite toh thutan na munna akimuto teng gal lel hilouhel ding ahi.