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.

Wer ma ji wero kadhi e hekalu. Mar Solomon. Ka Jehova Nyasaye ok ema ger ot, to joma gere nyagore gi tich matek kayiem nono. Ka Jehova Nyasaye ok ema orito dala, to jorito ochungʼ karito kayiem.

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.

In bende imondo chiewo chon kendo ineno nyaka sa molewo, kinyagori gi tich matek mondo iyud chiemo minyalo chamo; nimar Nyasaye miyo joge mohero nindo mokwe.

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

Yawuowi gin gweth moa kuom Jehova Nyasaye, adier, nyithindo gin mich moa kuome.

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

Yawuowi ma ngʼato onywolo kapod otin, chalo gi asere manie lwet jakedo.

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.

Ngʼat ma ofukune opongʼ kodgi en ngʼama ogwedhi. Ok ginine wichkuot ka gikedo gi wasikgi e dhorangach.