Psalms 128

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

Koi hileh Yahweh Pakai ging geh'a um a Ama lunglhaina lampia kalsongho chu anunnom ahiuve.

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

Nangin nakhutsoh natohga naneh ding ahin, iti nakipading hitam na hinkho kiledoh ding ahitai.

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.

Nainsunga najinu jong lengpigui ga phatah banga phatthei punna hiding, ankong phunga an naneh khompi nachate melhoitah tah Olive thingbah lhoutah bangdiu ahi.

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

Veuvin, Yahweh Pakai gingte phatthei achandingu chu hitobang hi hiding ahi.

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

Yahweh Pakai in Zion a kon in phatthei nabohjing jinghen, nahinkho lhumkei in Jerusalem machalna mujing jingin.

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

Natuson gei in jong hin munlang, Israel chungah chamleng hen!