Psalms 133

1 A song for pilgrims going up to Jerusalem. A psalm of David. How good, how delightful it is when people live together lin harmony!

Hagi koganamo'zama mago zamarimpa hu'za magopima mani avu'ava zamo'a knare zantfa hu'ne.

2 This is as precious as the oil used to anoint Aaron, running down from his head onto his beard, onto the collar of his clothes.

Mago arimpama huno mani avu'ava zamo'a, Aroni asenire masave tagino frentegeno agemazampa azokatega uramino za'za kukena'amofo ananke kante uramiankna nehie.

3 It's like the dew of Mount Hermon that falls on Zion's mountains. That is where the Lord gave his blessing of life that lasts forever.

Mago arimpa huno mani avu'ava zamo'a, Hemoni agonaregati ata ko'mo, eno Saionima me'nea agonaraminte eme runteaza hu'ne. E'ina kumate Ra Anumzamo'a asomura hunezmante'nige'za, mani vava hugahaze.