Psalms 127

1 A Song of degrees. Of Solomon. Unless Jehovah build the house, in vain do its builders labour in it; unless Jehovah keep the city, the keeper watcheth in vain:

Solomon kah Tangtlaeng Laa BOEIPA loh im a sak pawt atah a soah aka sa rhoek khaw a poeyoek lam ni a thakthae uh. BOEIPA loh khopuei a hung pawt atah aka hung khaw a poeyoek lam ni a hak.

2 It is vain for you to rise up early, to lie down late, to eat the bread of sorrows: so to his beloved one he giveth sleep.

A thoh neh hlah uh tih kholaeh daengla aka duem, patangnah buh aka ca nang ham a poeyoek mai ni. Ih pataeng a lungnah taengah ni a paek.

3 Lo, children are an inheritance from Jehovah, [and] the fruit of the womb a reward.

C a rhoek he BOEIPA rho neh bungko thaihtae kah thapang ni ne.

4 As arrows in the hand of a mighty man, so are the children of youth.

Camoe ca rhoek khaw hlangrhalh kut dongkah thaltang bangla om tangloeng.

5 Happy is the man that hath filled his quiver with them. They shall not be ashamed when they speak with enemies in the gate.

Te rhoek neh a liva aka bae sak hlang te tah a yoethen. Vongka kah thunkha neh a oelh uh rhoi vaengah yahpok uh mahpawh.