Psalms 127

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

Hagi Ra Anumzamo'ma mago noma onkisiana, ana noma kisia kamunta nemofo eri'zamo'a amne zankna hugahie. Hagi Ra Anumzamo'ma mago rankuma'ma kegavama osaniana, kuma kvama nehaza vahe'mokizmi eri'zamo'a, amne zankna hugahie.

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.

Kagrama ne'zama nesana zanku'ma kamu'nasisima nehunka, nanterame otinka eri'zama e'nerinkeno vuno hanima huno kenage'ma nesegenka nontegama neanana, amne zampi hankaveka'a netrane. Na'ankure Ra Anumzamo'a agrama avesi nezmantea vahera mani frua zamige'za zamura nemsaze.

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

Ra Anumzamo'ma mofavreramima neramiana museza neramie. Ana hu'neankino Anumzamo'a asomu hunerante.

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

Kasefa ne'mofo mofavreramimo'za harafa vahe'mo'ma azampima keveramima eriaza nehie.

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.

Keve kupima keveramima eri viteankna huno, rama'a ne' mofavreramima eri fore'ma hu'nesia ne'mo'a muse hugahie. Na'ankure agra agazegura osuno ha' vahe'anena kuma kafantera keaga hugahie.