Psalms 128

1 A song for pilgrims going up to Jerusalem. Happy are all those who worship the Lord, everyone who follows his ways!

Bawipa kqih nawh, a lam awh ak cet thlangkhqi boeih taw a zoseen hy.

2 You will eat what your own hands have produced. You will be happy and do well.

Na bibinaak phu ak thaih ce ai kawp ti; zoseennaak ingkaw boeimangnaak ce nang aham awm kaw.

3 Your wife will be like a fruitful vine growing in your home. Your children will be like the shoots of an olive tree around your table.

Na zu ce na ipkhui awh misur thaih ak qah soeih amyihna awm kawmsaw; na capakhqi ce beihdung kung awh olive dil amyihna awm kaw.

4 This will certainly be the Lord's blessing on those who worship him.

Bawipa ak kqih ak thlangkhqi taw cemyihna ce awm kawm uh.

5 May the Lord go on blessing you from Zion; may you see Jerusalem prosper all the days of your life.

Bawipa ing Zion awhkawng ka hqing khui pyt zoseennaak ni pekaw; Jerusalem awhkaw boeimangnaak ce hu kawp ti,

6 May you see your children's children. May Israel be at peace!

na hqinglung sang kawmsaw na cakhqi a cakhqi patoe ce hu kawp ti. Israel ak khan awh ngaihqepnaak awm seh.