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 jota pan kauada im o, dodok en pwin jauje jota pan katepa; ma Ieowa jota pan jinjila kanim o, jaunmajamajan pan majamajan 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.

Jota katepa on komail, ma komail pan paurida nin joran, ap pil pwand kamol ni pon, o toutouki okotme, ni omail manamana, pwe a kin kakepwapwala japwilim a kompokepa kan ni ar mamair.

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

Kilan, jeri ko iei kijakij eu jan ren Ieowa, o wan aramaj pai eu.

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

Duen kananan kajik 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 jota pan jarodi, ni ar kapun pena ren ar imwintiti kan.