Psalms 127

1 A Song of the going up. Of Solomon. If the Lord is not helping the builders, then the building of a house is to no purpose: if the Lord does not keep the town, the watchman keeps his watch for nothing.

Bawipa ing im ama sak awhtaw, ip sakungkhqi ing a hoei nani bi ami sai. Bawipa ing khawk bau ama qeh awhtaw, qaltoeng khqi ing a hoei nani ami qeh hy.

2 It is of no use for you to get up early, and to go late to your rest, with the bread of sorrow for your food; for the Lord gives to his loved ones in sleep.

A hoei na mymcang hqit awh tho unawh buh ai thainaak aham khawmy ben than dy bi sai uhyk ti – anih ingkaw a lungnaak thlangkhqi venawh ihnaak ce pehy.

3 See, sons are a heritage from the Lord; the fruit of the body is his reward.

Cakpa khqi ve Bawipa venawh kaw qo nik pangkhqi ni, canaa khqi ve amah a venawh kaw kutdo peek khqi ni.

4 Like arrows in the hand of a man of war, are the children of the young.

Tha awm hui awhkaw cakpa cun khqi ve qalkap kawk awm kut awhkaw la khqi ing myih hy.

5 Happy is the man who has a good store of them; he will not be put to shame, but his cause will be supported by them against his haters.

A lacung ce ce mihkhqi ing ak be hyp na ak ta thlang taw a zoseen hy. Vawkchawh awh a qaalkhqi mi aming noek qu awh chah am phyi kawm uh.