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.

[Psalm lal Solomon] LEUM GOD El fin tia musai lohm se, Na elos su musai fah orekma ke wangin sripa. LEUM GOD El fin tia karingin siti se, Na wangin sripa mwet soan in tu karingin acn sac.

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.

Wangin sripen kemkatu lowos In toang som orekma, ac pahtlac in eis pacl in mongla. Tuh LEUM GOD El sang mwe enenu nu selos su El lungse Ke pacl elos motul.

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

Tulik uh mwe usru sin LEUM GOD me; Elos mwe insewowo.

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

Tulik mukul nutin sie mwet ke pacl el fusr uh Elos oana sukan pisr inpoun sie mwet mweun.

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.

Insewowo mwet se su pus sukan pisr natul. El ac fah tiana kutangyukla Ke el osun nu sin mwet lokoalok lal ke acn in nununku.