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:

MA Ieowa jota pan kauada im o, dodok en pwin jauje jota pan katepa; ma Ieowa jota pan jinjila kanim o, jaunmajamajan pan majamajan mal.

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.

Jota katepa on komail, ma komail pan paurida nin joran, ap pil pwand kamol ni pon, o toutouki okotme, ni omail manamana, pwe a kin kakepwapwala japwilim a kompokepa kan ni ar mamair.

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

Kilan, jeri ko iei kijakij eu jan ren Ieowa, o wan aramaj pai eu.

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

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

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.

Meid pai ol o, me a lepan me direki mepukat! Re jota pan jarodi, ni ar kapun pena ren ar imwintiti kan.