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:

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

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

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

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

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.

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.