Psalms 127

1 A Song of Ascents. Solomon’s. If, Yahweh, build not the house, in vain, have the builders of it toiled thereon, If, Yahweh, watch not the city, in vain, hath the watchman kept awake:

MA Ieowa sota pan kauada im o, dodok en pwin sause sota pan katepa; ma Ieowa sota pan sinsila kanim o, saunmasamasan pan masamasan mal.

2 Vain for you, —to be early in rising, to be late in lying down, to be eating the bread of wearisome toil, So, would he give his beloved one sleep.

Sota katepa ong komail, ma komail pan paurida nin soran, ap pil pwand kamol ni pong, o toutouki okotme, ni omail mangamanga, pwe a kin kakepwapwala sapwilim a kompokepa kan ni ar mamair.

3 Lo! an inheritance from Yahweh, are children, A reward, the fruit of the womb:

Kilang, seri ko iei kisakis eu sang ren Ieowa, o wan aramas pai eu.

4 As arrows in the hand of a warrior, so, are the children of young men.

Duen kanangan kasik katieu nan pa en ol komad amen, iduen putak ko ar pan pwaida.

5 How happy the man who hath filled his quiver with them! They will not be ashamed, but will speak with enemies in the gate.

Meid pai ol o, me a lepan me direki mepukat! Re sota pan sarodi, ni ar kapung pena ren ar imwintiti kan.