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.

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 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.

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 See, sons are a heritage from the Lord; the fruit of the body 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 man of war, are the children of the young.

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

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.

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