Psalms 127

1 “A song of the degrees for Solomon.” Unless the Lord do build the house, in vain labor they that build on it: unless the Lord guard the city, in vain is the watchman wakeful.

Bawipa ing im ama sak awhtaw, ip sakungkhqi ing a hoei nani bi ami sai. Bawipa ing khawk bau ama qeh awhtaw, qaltoeng khqi ing a hoei nani ami qeh hy.

2 It is in vain for you to be early in rising, to be late in sitting up, eating the bread of painful toils; [for] so doth he give unto his beloved during sleep.

A hoei na mymcang hqit awh tho unawh buh ai thainaak aham khawmy ben than dy bi sai uhyk ti – anih ingkaw a lungnaak thlangkhqi venawh ihnaak ce pehy.

3 Lo, children are an inheritance from the Lord: a reward is the fruit of the body.

Cakpa khqi ve Bawipa venawh kaw qo nik pangkhqi ni, canaa khqi ve amah a venawh kaw kutdo peek khqi ni.

4 Like arrows in the hand of a mighty man, so are the children of youth.

Tha awm hui awhkaw cakpa cun khqi ve qalkap kawk awm kut awhkaw la khqi ing myih hy.

5 Happy is the man that hath his quiver filled with them: they shall not be put to shame, when they do speak with the enemies in the gate.

A lacung ce ce mihkhqi ing ak be hyp na ak ta thlang taw a zoseen hy. Vawkchawh awh a qaalkhqi mi aming noek qu awh chah am phyi kawm uh.