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.

Ko e Hiva ʻae ʻalu hake maʻa Solomone. Kapau ʻe ʻikai langa ʻe Sihova ʻae fale, ʻoku taʻeʻaonga ʻae ngāue ʻanautolu ʻoku nau langa ia: kapau ʻe ʻikai tauhi ʻe Sihova ʻae kolo, ʻoku taʻeʻaonga ʻae ʻā ʻae tangata leʻo.

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

‌ʻOku taʻeʻaonga hoʻomou tuʻu hake hengihengi pē, mo nofo pē ʻo fuoloa ʻi he pō, ke kai ʻae mā ʻoe mamahi: he ʻoku ne foaki ʻae mohe ki heʻene pele.

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

Vakai, ko e fānau ko e tofiʻa meia Sihova: pea ko e fua ʻoe manāva ko ʻene totongi.

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

Hangē ko e ngaahi ngahau ʻi he nima ʻoe tangata mālohi; ʻoku pehē ʻae fānau ʻae talavou.

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!

‌ʻOku monūʻia ʻae tangata ʻaia ʻoku fonu ʻene hōfangahau ʻiate kinautolu: ʻe ʻikai tenau mā, ka tenau lea ki he ngaahi fili ʻi he matapā.