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.

[Psalm lal Solomon] LEUM GOD El fin tia musai lohm se, Na elos su musai fah orekma ke wangin sripa. LEUM GOD El fin tia karingin siti se, Na wangin sripa mwet soan in tu karingin acn sac.

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

Wangin sripen kemkatu lowos In toang som orekma, ac pahtlac in eis pacl in mongla. Tuh LEUM GOD El sang mwe enenu nu selos su El lungse Ke pacl elos motul.

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

Tulik uh mwe usru sin LEUM GOD me; Elos mwe insewowo.

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

Tulik mukul nutin sie mwet ke pacl el fusr uh Elos oana sukan pisr inpoun sie mwet mweun.

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.

Insewowo mwet se su pus sukan pisr natul. El ac fah tiana kutangyukla Ke el osun nu sin mwet lokoalok lal ke acn in nununku.