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:

Ko e Hiva ʻae ʻalu hake maʻa Solomone. Kapau ʻe ʻikai langa ʻe Sihova ʻae fale, ʻoku taʻeʻaonga ʻae ngāue ʻanautolu ʻoku nau langa ia: kapau ʻe ʻikai tauhi ʻe Sihova ʻae kolo, ʻoku taʻeʻaonga ʻae ʻā ʻae tangata leʻo.

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.

‌ʻOku taʻeʻaonga hoʻomou tuʻu hake hengihengi pē, mo nofo pē ʻo fuoloa ʻi he pō, ke kai ʻae mā ʻoe mamahi: he ʻoku ne foaki ʻae mohe ki heʻene pele.

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

Vakai, ko e fānau ko e tofiʻa meia Sihova: pea ko e fua ʻoe manāva ko ʻene totongi.

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

Hangē ko e ngaahi ngahau ʻi he nima ʻoe tangata mālohi; ʻoku pehē ʻae fānau ʻae talavou.

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.

‌ʻOku monūʻia ʻae tangata ʻaia ʻoku fonu ʻene hōfangahau ʻiate kinautolu: ʻe ʻikai tenau mā, ka tenau lea ki he ngaahi fili ʻi he matapā.