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.

kathutkung: Solomon BAWIPA ni im sak hoeh pawiteh, ka tawk e pueng ni ayawmyin doeh a tawk awh. BAWIPA ni kho ring hoeh pawiteh, ka ring e pueng ni ayawmyin doeh a ring awh.

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

Amom ka thaw niteh, karumsaning torei ka ip niteh, nget ka tawn lah tawk laihoi ka cat nakunghai, ayawmyin doeh. Bangkongtetpawiteh, Bawipa ni a pahren e naw koe duedue inae a poe.

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

Khenhaw! Canu capanaw teh, BAWIPA ni na poe e râw doeh. Khe e camo teh, tawkphu doeh.

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

Na naw nah na khe e canu capanaw teh, athakaawme tami kut dawk e pala hoi a kâvan.

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.

Ama e palabom hah hote palasamtang hoi ka kawi sak e tami teh a yawhawi. Ahnimouh teh, kayanae awm mahoeh. Tarannaw hah longkha koe a ngang awh han.