Psalms 127

1 A SONG OF THE ASCENTS. BY SOLOMON. If YHWH does not build the house, Its builders have labored at it in vain, If YHWH does not watch a city, A watchman has awoken in vain.

Insa-a hi Yahweh Pakai apan louleh, asahon mohseh'a asah'u ahi. Khopi ngah'a hi Yahweh Pakai ajao louleh, khongah ho pannabei a hahkhovah ahiuve.

2 Vain for you who are rising early, Who delay sitting, eating the bread of griefs, So He gives sleep to His beloved one.

Jingkah matah'a nakipat uva jankhang gei a nehding an holna a na natoh'u pan nabei ahi, ajeh chu Yahweh Pakai in angailut achate hi a-ihmut sunguva hi ijakai agontohpeh ahibouve.

3 Behold, sons [are] an inheritance of YHWH, The fruit of the womb [is] a reward.

Veuvin, chatehi Yahweh Pakaija kon a gou ahin, naobu sunga kona aga kimu jonghi kipa thilpeh ahi.

4 As arrows in the hand of a mighty one, So [are] the sons of the young men.

Khang don laija cha kineiho hi galsatpan akhutna thal changho akichoi tobang ahi.

5 O the blessedness of the man Who has filled his quiver with them, They are not ashamed, For they speak with enemies in the gate!

Thal chang abom dimsetna kipohpa anun nom ahi. Amachu agalmite toh thutan na munna akimuto teng gal lel hilouhel ding ahi.