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.

Hagi Ra Anumzamo'ma mago noma onkisiana, ana noma kisia kamunta nemofo eri'zamo'a amne zankna hugahie. Hagi Ra Anumzamo'ma mago rankuma'ma kegavama osaniana, kuma kvama nehaza vahe'mokizmi eri'zamo'a, amne zankna hugahie.

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.

Kagrama ne'zama nesana zanku'ma kamu'nasisima nehunka, nanterame otinka eri'zama e'nerinkeno vuno hanima huno kenage'ma nesegenka nontegama neanana, amne zampi hankaveka'a netrane. Na'ankure Ra Anumzamo'a agrama avesi nezmantea vahera mani frua zamige'za zamura nemsaze.

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

Ra Anumzamo'ma mofavreramima neramiana museza neramie. Ana hu'neankino Anumzamo'a asomu hunerante.

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

Kasefa ne'mofo mofavreramimo'za harafa vahe'mo'ma azampima keveramima eriaza nehie.

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.

Keve kupima keveramima eri viteankna huno, rama'a ne' mofavreramima eri fore'ma hu'nesia ne'mo'a muse hugahie. Na'ankure agra agazegura osuno ha' vahe'anena kuma kafantera keaga hugahie.