Psalms 127

1 A song for pilgrims going up to Jerusalem. A psalm of Solomon. If the Lord doesn't build the house, the work of the builders is futile. If the Lord doesn't guard the city, the work of the guards is pointless.

Insa-a hi Yahweh Pakai apan louleh, asahon mohseh'a asah'u ahi. Khopi ngah'a hi Yahweh Pakai ajao louleh, khongah ho pannabei a hahkhovah ahiuve.

2 It's useless to get up early in the morning and go to work, and stay late into the evening, worrying about earning enough to eat, when the Lord gives rest to those he loves.

Jingkah matah'a nakipat uva jankhang gei a nehding an holna a na natoh'u pan nabei ahi, ajeh chu Yahweh Pakai in angailut achate hi a-ihmut sunguva hi ijakai agontohpeh ahibouve.

3 Children certainly are a gift from the Lord, for a family is a blessing.

Veuvin, chatehi Yahweh Pakaija kon a gou ahin, naobu sunga kona aga kimu jonghi kipa thilpeh ahi.

4 Like arrows in the hand of a warrior are the children of a young man.

Khang don laija cha kineiho hi galsatpan akhutna thal changho akichoi tobang ahi.

5 Happy is the father who fills his quiver with them! Such fathers will not be embarrassed when they confront their enemies at the city gate.

Thal chang abom dimsetna kipohpa anun nom ahi. Amachu agalmite toh thutan na munna akimuto teng gal lel hilouhel ding ahi.