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 jota pan kauada im o, dodok en pwin jauje jota pan katepa; ma Ieowa jota pan jinjila kanim o, jaunmajamajan pan majamajan mal.

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

Jota katepa on komail, ma komail pan paurida nin joran, ap pil pwand kamol ni pon, o toutouki okotme, ni omail manamana, pwe a kin kakepwapwala japwilim a kompokepa kan ni ar mamair.

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

Kilan, jeri ko iei kijakij eu jan ren Ieowa, o wan aramaj pai eu.

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

Duen kananan kajik 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 jota pan jarodi, ni ar kapun pena ren ar imwintiti kan.