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.

kathutkung: Solomon BAWIPA ni im sak hoeh pawiteh, ka tawk e pueng ni ayawmyin doeh a tawk awh. BAWIPA ni kho ring hoeh pawiteh, ka ring e pueng ni ayawmyin doeh a ring awh.

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.

Amom ka thaw niteh, karumsaning torei ka ip niteh, nget ka tawn lah tawk laihoi ka cat nakunghai, ayawmyin doeh. Bangkongtetpawiteh, Bawipa ni a pahren e naw koe duedue inae a poe.

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

Khenhaw! Canu capanaw teh, BAWIPA ni na poe e râw doeh. Khe e camo teh, tawkphu doeh.

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

Na naw nah na khe e canu capanaw teh, athakaawme tami kut dawk e pala hoi a kâvan.

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.

Ama e palabom hah hote palasamtang hoi ka kawi sak e tami teh a yawhawi. Ahnimouh teh, kayanae awm mahoeh. Tarannaw hah longkha koe a ngang awh han.