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.

MA Ieowa sota pan kauada im o, dodok en pwin sause sota pan katepa; ma Ieowa sota pan sinsila kanim o, saunmasamasan pan masamasan mal.

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

Sota katepa ong komail, ma komail pan paurida nin soran, ap pil pwand kamol ni pong, o toutouki okotme, ni omail mangamanga, pwe a kin kakepwapwala sapwilim a kompokepa kan ni ar mamair.

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

Kilang, seri ko iei kisakis eu sang ren Ieowa, o wan aramas pai eu.

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

Duen kanangan kasik katieu nan pa en ol komad amen, iduen putak ko ar pan pwaida.

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.

Meid pai ol o, me a lepan me direki mepukat! Re sota pan sarodi, ni ar kapung pena ren ar imwintiti kan.