Psalms 127

1 [A Song of Ascents. By Solomon.] Unless the LORD builds the house, they labor in vain who build it. Unless the LORD watches over the city, the watchman guards it in vain.

Wer ma ji wero kadhi e hekalu. Mar Solomon. Ka Jehova Nyasaye ok ema ger ot, to joma gere nyagore gi tich matek kayiem nono. Ka Jehova Nyasaye ok ema orito dala, to jorito ochungʼ karito kayiem.

2 It is vain for you to rise up early, to stay up late, eating the bread of toil; for he gives sleep to his loved ones.

In bende imondo chiewo chon kendo ineno nyaka sa molewo, kinyagori gi tich matek mondo iyud chiemo minyalo chamo; nimar Nyasaye miyo joge mohero nindo mokwe.

3 Look, children are a heritage of the LORD. The fruit of the womb is a reward.

Yawuowi gin gweth moa kuom Jehova Nyasaye, adier, nyithindo gin mich moa kuome.

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

Yawuowi ma ngʼato onywolo kapod otin, chalo gi asere manie lwet jakedo.

5 Blessed is the man who has his quiver full of them. They won't be disappointed when they speak with their enemies in the gate.

Ngʼat ma ofukune opongʼ kodgi en ngʼama ogwedhi. Ok ginine wichkuot ka gikedo gi wasikgi e dhorangach.